The Range
It is early morning and sunshine is in the forecast. I have nothing going on today except a long practice session on the range. I do not have to talk with anyone, I only need to stand there and swing the club and let the sun beat down on me. The only sounds I want to hear are the crispy shots that are whizzing off my clubface one after the other. Those sounds, the way it feels, is much better than anything else I can think of. LLc 98.2
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