Last night some of the men from our church went to the driving range. I really like doing guy stuff with guys. And I think they do to. There are conversations that take place that normally wouldn’t. There are insights we gleam from each other. I just dig it. And I think our guys do too. My son and father-in-law came along. That’s the beauty of a driving range. Not too many people care how badly you swing a club.
Side note – my elbow is jacked up. Has been since we worked on the building. I think it’s called “golf elbow” from what I have been reading. I wish it would go away. It’s starting to annoy me.