It was time.
I had been playing with the same golf clubs for more than fifteen years, so I knew it was time to get new ones, not only because the technology had changed so much but also because my current clubs were showing the wear and tear of the years.
So I set up a time with my club pro. We met out on the driving range, and he brought out all the little devices that measured swing speed and whatever else those things monitor. Then he rotated me through different shafts and club heads until we found the perfect blend, and I was hitting the ball straighter and ten-plus yards further with each club.
I ordered a set. No brainer.
As I had hoped, my game improved. So I figured it was time to move it to the next level. Order new hybrids and fairway metals. (I already had a new driver––which had started this whole process.) My hybrids were as old as my irons and my fairway metals were eBay rescues. Certainly these needed replacing.
Since my club didn’t have a lot of options, I went to a golf MegaStore for a fitting––credit card at the ready. My “pro” brought out a plethora of clubs, watched me hit my old ones, watched me hit the new ones, and announced: “I know I’m supposed to sell you something, but I don’t have anything here that will go further than what you are hitting now, and you still have a good five years of wear on these.”
I was shocked. That was NOT what I had anticipated or wanted to hear. My new irons had improved my game, so I was convinced new hybrids and metals would move it to the next level. So much did I believe this (and that poor Tim the pro was wrong) that I bought two hybrids.
Well, I brought them home and low and behold, I couldn’t hit them. I couldn’t hit them straight, and I couldn’t hit them further than my old ones. Tim was right. So I took them back but not without a price. I now have enough store credit to see me into the next century.
The Bible has plenty of verses about listening to wise counsel, such as Proverbs 12:15 which puts it pretty bluntly: “The way of a fool is right in his own eyes, but a wise man listens to advice.” It also has stories about kings, such as Rehoboam who rejected the advice the elders gave him but followed the advice of his friends instead, and which resulted in the kingdom being split.
It is important for us not only to listen to advice but also to discern good advice from bad, and not to muddy the waters by inserting our uniformed personal preferences into the mix. We could save ourselves a lot of heartache . . . and in my case . . . a lot of money, too.
I had been playing with the same golf clubs for more than fifteen years, so I knew it was time to get new ones, not only because the technology had changed so much but also because my current clubs were showing the wear and tear of the years.
So I set up a time with my club pro. We met out on the driving range, and he brought out all the little devices that measured swing speed and whatever else those things monitor. Then he rotated me through different shafts and club heads until we found the perfect blend, and I was hitting the ball straighter and ten-plus yards further with each club.
I ordered a set. No brainer.
As I had hoped, my game improved. So I figured it was time to move it to the next level. Order new hybrids and fairway metals. (I already had a new driver––which had started this whole process.) My hybrids were as old as my irons and my fairway metals were eBay rescues. Certainly these needed replacing.
Since my club didn’t have a lot of options, I went to a golf MegaStore for a fitting––credit card at the ready. My “pro” brought out a plethora of clubs, watched me hit my old ones, watched me hit the new ones, and announced: “I know I’m supposed to sell you something, but I don’t have anything here that will go further than what you are hitting now, and you still have a good five years of wear on these.”
I was shocked. That was NOT what I had anticipated or wanted to hear. My new irons had improved my game, so I was convinced new hybrids and metals would move it to the next level. So much did I believe this (and that poor Tim the pro was wrong) that I bought two hybrids.
Well, I brought them home and low and behold, I couldn’t hit them. I couldn’t hit them straight, and I couldn’t hit them further than my old ones. Tim was right. So I took them back but not without a price. I now have enough store credit to see me into the next century.
The Bible has plenty of verses about listening to wise counsel, such as Proverbs 12:15 which puts it pretty bluntly: “The way of a fool is right in his own eyes, but a wise man listens to advice.” It also has stories about kings, such as Rehoboam who rejected the advice the elders gave him but followed the advice of his friends instead, and which resulted in the kingdom being split.
It is important for us not only to listen to advice but also to discern good advice from bad, and not to muddy the waters by inserting our uniformed personal preferences into the mix. We could save ourselves a lot of heartache . . . and in my case . . . a lot of money, too.
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