I always knew it was there, but I didn’t know it could be so fun.
This weekend we finally went to the public driving range here on our street.
Sure, I may have tweaked a muscle in my thigh/hip and missed more balls than I hit, but the best was just watching G do his thing.
I’m sure these shots will help him perfect his game later in life.
And here’s a snippet of how he merges the tennis grunt with the hush of golf.
Nice work Grahambo! Keep practicing and soon enough you will be able to play with Grandpa at Greenlake Put Put.