Match made in Heaven... or the other place?

A good partner can bring out the best in us. When a man and a woman are well suited, for example, they will balance out the strengths and weaknesses of each other, and this symbiosis will provide positive results. However, if the two are at each others throats all day long, failure is guaranteed. The question is: how do we determine who to settle down with for the most successful and harmonious life?

In love, we usually choose our partners based upon initial attraction, followed by commonalities, and add compatibility. Of course, there are the “checklists” we all have (whether we admit it or not). At some point we decide that a candidate is “the one” and settle in, in some form or fashion.

Choosing the right life partner will make the difference between happiness and sorrow, just as choosing the right clubs can make the difference between celebrating in the 19th hole, and drowning ones sorrows (that may overstate the situation a bit but, you get it).

Lately, my driver has been the bane of my existence. I totally own that I don’t hit it well, however I had also not been fitted for a driver and I don’t think that was helping. Sooooo…. I finally bit the bullet, got down on one knee (no, not really) and asked Petey2, to be mine. He accepted, I plunked down the necessary dough, and brought home my newest bundle of joy. Now then… getting fitted for clubs is pretty cool, if you make sure to do this at a PGA certified location. The ball is teed up in front of this camera thing and you smack the ball into the net. The computer determines everything about the shot based upon several factors, including where the ball and club head connected, and how fast the club head was travelling at that moment… it is tres cool.

I decided to find my new Petey because I just couldn’t take my horrendous slicing and thought that a club with draw bias would help. However, the day before I was fitted I made a swing correction which apparently helped the situation, because the camera-computer-thingy was reporting that my shots were relatively straight. Hmmm… interesting. Regardless, I decided upon the Cobra S2 offset and promised to have and to hold from that day forward.

I hit the range a good bit immediately following the acquisition, understanding that we needed to get to know each other a little better and I did well. We went on our maiden voyage together to Phoenix and I was total big girl golfer! I borrowed my sweetie’s travel bag and when I checked into the hotel the Bel guy asked if I would “…like for him to store my clubs.” It was total big girl and I was all stupidly excited, but I mean… a girl’s gotta have something to be excited about and if it’s silly and small, well whatever. Who cares? All I knew was that I was one step closer to really being “golf chick” and Petey, my new partner in crime, was gonna help me get there. All I had to do then was tee it up and wait for the magic to happen… right?

Matchmaker, matchmaker make me a match…