At first Rock thought he had hit his drive too high. It seemed to have started with the trajectory of a wedge rather than the 10.5-degree, 2008 Taylormade driver he hit from his cousin Crutch Aikman's back yard. Nevertheless, after it reached the apex of its ascent and began to turn back down, it was clear that it had enormous carry. It landed in someone's front lawn on the other side of city park, or at least Rock thought so. He wasn't positive. Pretty sure, but not positive.
Rock could only estimate how far it had gone, but it looked like 300 yards or so. Crutch walked out a few seconds after it landed.
"Goddamn, Crutch, you should've seen the drive I just hit," Rock said.
"Where did it go?"
"You know what, I'm not certain, but I think it landed in the back yard of that red-brick house over there on the other side of the park?"
"Fuck, you're kidding me. Did it bounce off the street or something?"
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