We got some pretty crazy rain here this afternoon. It was so sunny and nice for the majority of the day and then it suddenly got really dark. I finally did make it out the driving range...and man, let me tell you, there were some rough times....but I also had some amazing drives. I should've just stopped after those. I'm sure part of the problem is that I used my older brother's clubs....and he's what, a half of a foot shorter than me, so obviously the clubs aren't tailored for me.....it was a little tough adjusting to them. And, ironically enough, I was better with the irons than the woods. I've always used clubs that were too short for me, but I've been better with the woods because they're the longest. But today that just wasn't happening, so I got discouraged and pulled the 7 iron. Wowzas. For some reason I was just on with them. I'd say I hit maybe 4 or 5 amazing shots, about 10 little dinkers that dribbled several yards, and the rest were in the middle somewhere. But let me say this, I may not hit them far and they may not be pretty, but every single shot was straight and true. The older guys next to me were hitting them 200 yards, but very few of them were straight. At least I had that on them. That's what my roommates back at school would call a "moral victory." And sometimes that's enough for me.