A few years ago, after a roughly 20-year hiatus, I was pulled back into the golf world by my son, who was then about 8 or 9. He had found an old mid-iron of mine and would pass the time swinging it in the back yard at pine cones, leaves, twigs, etc. Golf balls were off-limits in the back yard, the risks of collateral damage to neighboring windows bein…
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