This was unlike any golf club Rock had seen. He was visiting his old friends Chris and Erin, who recently moved into the two-story house in Russellville, Arkansas, that belonged throughout Rock's youth to his aunt and uncle Jean and Jim Aikman. They were in the den on the ground floor when Chris handed him the new, very odd Taylormade three-wood.
Its triangular shaft was nearly two inches thick, and the club head, which was no more than an inch high and and perhaps two inches wide, was attached to it with two inches of soft rubber. Rock waggled it and watched the club head sway back and forth. "Have you used this?" he asked Chris.
"Yeah, but I can't do anything with it."
They walked into the back yard, where Rock teed up a ball. With an easy, relaxed swing he hit it one-hundred and fifty yards at most. "Well, it's not going to help my game," he said. "I wonder how this works for anyone."
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