I used to inhabit driving ranges. NOt to become a better golfer because I never golfed much. But I used to drive just to vent frustration and burn off the excess bile. A bucket a nite for some months. I could drive a ball 295 yards in a dead straightline every time. I couldn't putt or chip a ball to save my life. I used to win a drink or two by betting I could hit the 250 yard sign at least three in ten shots. Then I ran my hand through the saw. Now I can't close up my hand enough to hold a golf mallet.

First time I tried after the accident I flung the club off the second tier of the driving range and out about 40 yards into the flood lights. I then changed to and overlapping grip. I could hold the club but every time I hit the ball I'd drive it into my left instep. Once I hit the baracade behind me and bounced off that and hit me behind the left knee taking me to the ground.

I pretty much quit trying after that. Congrats Seamus.

Don