The state's attorney blew snot when he saw me grimace from the blow, after which I proceeded to tell the judge about the beautiful game of
golf and how it had been a long and winding road for me since that first purely struck two - wood in 1973, but that I'd finally discovered the proper way to grip a club, and would His Honor really mind if the sheriff would be so kind as to fetch my driver
out on the county road and bring it to the courthouse so my new grip could be
photographed from all angles for my peace of mind.