like most old horsefeathers boring white guys i picked up golf during the pandemic. i dicked around off and on over the years but the combination of there being nothing to horsefeathers do mixed with being able to get out of the house for 5 hours and escape my wife and kids proved to be too strong of a pull and i got fully addicted.
Last year I played a bunch, got to go to Southern Hills, it was a lot of fun. But I'm playing with this hodge podge set of used irons. The caddy that day was like brother you're 6'4, you need to go get fitted for some irons.
So earlier this month I went to a club fitter here in town who's been doing it for 40 years or whatever. amazing experience.
I hit my 7 iron 5-6 times and he was like "did those swings feel good?" And im like honestly yeah, i hit it pretty flush every time, timing felt good. I'd be happy with that. So we start looking at the trackman and he's like club a little too open, attack angle too high, spin rate way too high, apex too soon, etc. He grabs a club head and sticks it on a longer shaft with a power spec and goes hit this. First horsefeathers shot goes 180 and all the trackman numbers were in the range he wanted. One swing with a club that fit my oversized beanpole body.
Now I was aware that he's a salesman and part of his job is being stripper/car salesman ("i think she really likes me dude"/"I need the rust proofing babe.") But swinging those clubs was a much, much better experience. I couldn't believe the difference even if some of it was a placebo effect.
Anyway I get my new irons tomorrow. Im stoked to still suck with my $1700 clubs.