Pro Shop Dangers
By Chip and Time
A guy walks into a pro shop and is instantly mesmerized. He begins to speak in tongues, muttering things like “more birdies” and “Cabo Nick has no chance against these.” Raise your hand if this has happened to you? Go ahead, admit it, we are all friends here. Now put them down, did you really think I’d have you hold them up for the entire column?
A pro shop can be a dangerous place to the family budget this time of year. Tiffany’s and Nordstrom’s have got nothing on a set of the latest PXG’s. Let’s see Macy’s compete with Titleist and Taylor Made on putters. It’s not the cute shop girl, most pro shop jocks look like cigar-chomping bus drivers from the Midwest. It is the equipment.
The merchandise is laid out in an honest and straightforward fashion for golfers from Hackers to club champions to ogle. There are no hidden extras, like leather bucket seats or airbags on her side the car, to trick us.
It’s just chrome, gunmetal gray and milled black Calloway wedges that loosens our wallets. Try to resist the lure of the ten more yards from those pretty Ping drivers, I dare you! The difference between a kid in a candy store and any one of us, according to Ray Yoshak, is a kid will eventually get full.
This holiday season, be very careful around these golf emporiums and their magnetic pull. At the very least, before you succumb, and you know you will, shop for your wife first. If the kids are still a write off, they should be treated as such. If they are older, explain how these purchases may double their inheritance.
Merry Chipmas!