So, in Nashville, on the 17th tee, I hit my driver but when I hit it, a weird sound happened and the ball did not go as far as it should have. I told myself I would worry about it later. I did not even look at the driver. On the 18th tee, I used a different driver just to try something different. Well, I left for California the next morning and Michelle's parents took my clubs. Michelle's dad called a few days later and said that I had cracked the head of the driver. Sure enough, there was a giant crack in the head of the driver. After talking to a couple golf experts, they basically said this should never happen.
I just got the driver last August for my birthday. It was bought through my cousin who works in the golf industry. On saturday, I returned it to him. He said he would talk to someone and maybe get it replaced. I told him if it was going to cost a lot, do not worry about it. Well, yesterday, yes, 5 days after I gave him the club, there was a new one at my house. Brand new! No cost! That is service!
So Jon - thank you! I owe you one!
Moral of the story - It is always good to be connected.
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