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.