So I went to the driving range with Tyler this past Saturday. Up to this point, the extent of my golfing has included some impressive and not-so-impressive showings on the putt-putt course. Or, mini-golf, for you mid-westerners out there. After borrowing some left-handed clubs and receiving some constructive criticism from Tyler, I think I managed to actually make contact with about half the balls I hit. And when I hit them, they did not go very far. But I get it now. I get why people love golf. Because when you do hit it, you get a pretty good rush of excitement and it makes you want to keep going and keep getting better. You still can't make me sit down and watch a golf tournament though.But the event that prompted this driving range outing was Tyler getting a new set of irons at his new favorite place, the PGA Superstore (imagine this being said in a big booming voice). However, before he buys said set of irons, he approaches me first to discuss pricing. My husband should be a salesman. Here's how the conversation basically went:
Tyler: "So, I found a used set of irons at the PGA Superstore today."
Me: "Oh really?"
Tyler: "Yeah, they're awesome. I hit them really well and I love them and they're the best clubs ever."
Me: "That's great honey! How much are they?"
Tyler: "Only $700."
Me: Silence. Trying to decide if this is REALLY a good deal on golf clubs as I really know nothing about how much they should be. Then deciding that no, I don't think it is b/c it's not even an entire set of clubs. It's just for irons. "Wow, isn't that kind of expensive?"
Tyler: "Maybe. But hey, I found this other set that I like even better and they're only $200."
Me: "Oh great - you should totally get those!"
Well played, Tyler. Well played.







