Great things about being blind. Back to the driving range story.

As I said in a post last week, I know that there are many excellent blind golfers but I am not one of them. I talked about how much we loved the golf course by our cottage. For walking on and playing tag on at night. One time, several years ago, I went with friends to a driving range to try to learn how to hit a golf ball. They gave me a few pointers and then went off to practice their swings and their driving and puting. I had a whole bucket of balls beside me and a tee and a club. I put my first ball on the tee, touched it, lined the club up with it using my hands, and swung. I missed. I missed again and again. Finally, I hit the ball a glancing blow and it went off the tee but only moved about six inches from the tee. This went on for about ten minutes. I had that full bucket of balls we had paid for but still the same ball on my tee. I started laughing which did not help matters. Sometimes I hit the ball but the furthest it rolled away was about a foot. I finally ended up lying on the grass laughing and laughing.
The people next to me said I was having quite a good time but was I using all of those balls in the bucket?
I said I didn't think I would be using very many of them.