That's what my father used to call his 5 wood. If he had a name for the club at the other end of the happiness spectrum, I never heard it.
I raised the question with the boys while we were having our after round hot dog and frozen yogurt. "Why are some clubs beloved and others tossed to a dark corner of the garage? It can't be that the untrusted club is so different that it cannot be playable?"
Sadly there was no insights from the boys. Just a gentle munching of hot dog, the odd slurp of the soda.
There is a tale about this. Back in the 70s they started frequency matching clubs. One of the first folks to have his clubs checked was Tom Weiskopf. It seems he had a 7 iron that wouldn't be friendly no matter how much he beat balls with it.
But in these days the quality and consistency of equipment is of a very high order. If there is a problem we have to look inward and not at the gear.
I have no other thoughts to pass on. But if there are thoughts out there, I'm happy to listen...
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