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A quick thanks to good buddy Colin McDougall from Thunderball for this guest post.  Great article and check out his new web site HERE

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Tell the truth. I know it’s hard to admit it out loud but you’re among friends here. You’re living a lie aren’t you? The kind of lie that keeps you among the ‘acceptable’ at your club. A lie that continues to stay buried within you, eating at you, making you more and more uncomfortable with every passing day until you absolutely have to let it out and tell the world know your dark secret. And just what is that Secret?

You only like to hit your driver. You only want to hit your driver.

“You should practice at least half the time on shots from 100 yards and in.” This is the mantra of every golf instructor there has ever been…..and you know what? They’re right. If you want to shoot lower scores, by all means, strap the tempo music on and chip and putt and chip and putt and chip and putt ‘til you are able to channel Seve McMickle-Pelz whenever you need to.

But, you don’t do that, do you? When you get to the range, it’s a few warm up shots with a wedge, a few more with the 7-iron, maybe one or two with the 5-iron before you get to the real reason you’re there, the reason your practice sessions actually wear you out physically, the reason your hands look like you were training a prize fighter to hit them…. without the protective gloves on.

The Driver.

Is there is a better feeling than swinging a driver as hard as you can, transferring all your power to that ball? Is there a better sound than hearing the ball erupt off the clubface and pierce the sky like the death strike of a Ninja? Is there a better sight than watching that ball hurtling to its final, laws of physics defying final resting place? Is there a better smell than the odor of defeat on your playing partners whose manhood you just shrunk in half?

I think no.

Power-Driving. There, I said it. Power-Driving is the future for you and those like you. Power-Driving is testosterone and testosterone is Power-Driving.

No more shame in wanting to bring only one club to the range. No more ‘drive for show, putt for dough’ crap from those distance starved doorknobs of the ‘game’. No more homoerotic Yanni music draining every ounce of my manhood when I’m watching yet another yawn-fest on the PGA Tour. Most of all, NO MORE GOD DAMN PUTTING!

The revolution is coming, get your big club out and join us.