Mitch decided he was done, so Doll and I got to hit a few balls.
My first hit wasn't horrible. It didn't get much airtime but it rolled about 150 yards. After that, I did not do my family proud until my last few balls.
Doll, on the other hand, was doing quite well. She was at least getting airtime and not hitting herself in the leg with her own shots.
Then it happened. I watched her swing and hit the ball. And the head of the club flew off the shaft and well into the range.
We all stood there in shock for a second and then just started laughing.
All except for Mitch, that is. It was his club, afterall.