I always had a preference for Titlest balls, they seemes to come of the face of the club smother, tho its been a few years.
My dad bought a Big Bertha when they first came out, at the tune of 500 bucks. We went to the range to check it out, the old man was trying so hard. taking huge swings thinking thats what he had to do. I was standing next to him hitting 5 irons as far as he was. he finally put the thing down and I confiscated it. It had a real sloppy shaft and that head seemed like you were swinging a VW. Now I could hit a 9.5 wood driver 230-250 consistently, after about 6 or 7 balls (slices from hell) i adjusted my stance and by the 10th ball the ball was FLYING 260 or so. First time I have seen my dad cry, needless to say I never got to use that club again. I have also launched the head of a driver farther that the ball, that was experience, taking a swing and ending up with just a stick. Yes, the thread unraveled to where the head was.
Playing with my Dad and his cronies was a hoot, I always left with Dads friends money, they never thought or where aware I carried a 12 handicap, and that a kid that played barefoot would have that score. Wish I could meet my dad at the course, play some golf, drink some beer and tell lies. Sometimes he took the golf adage: golf is a white mans excuse to dress like a pimp very seriously, sometimes Id lock my car door and make him go change. Miss the old fart.
sorry about the book
hit en straight and keep em on the short stuff
G