Big Bertha!

Golf clubs are not easy things to take pictures of. What angle do you do them at? Big Bertha was no help at all and just glowered at me, tripped me twice and rolled around at impossible angles.

I can't say I blame her. She was having a nice time with three trips per week to glorious Turnberry which is quite fitting for the fine Callaway driver. Dad was very proud of Big Bertha and now she is spending her days in the hallway where I keep my umbrellas.

Let's hope I don't pick up the wrong thing running out the door to work one day. Apart from Bertha not keeping me dry if it rained, I expect I'd be arrested for carrying a weapon. Hmmmmmm.