Petey King had a bucket of balls ready for Rock's golf lesson. Rock saw him waiting in the parking lot of the Country Club of Arkansas as he drove into the lot. He then suddenly realized he had left his clubs at home.
"Don't worry about it, Rock," Petey said. "Just go into the clubhouse and get 'em to give you a nine-iron and a driver."
A woman at the counter handed Rock two clubs made out of something similar to styrofoam. Their shafts were roughly six inches in diameter, and they couldn't have weighed more than a few ounces.
"Take these back," Petey said. "They're children's clubs."
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