The only good thing about some turning the big 4-oh is that my other half treated me to a complete equipment from (whisper it) the Callys I've played for years to the golf brand of my dreams. It's a clean sweep now; everything is either TItleist or Footjoy.
Last shot with my old irons was a gap wedge off the beach (I know, stop hitting it onto the beach!) which resulted in the club head burying and me twisting my back, putting it into spasm. To put it simply, it's agony to even try a golf swing at the moment.
Oh the irony huh? Wait all this time to switch to Titleist properly, all in one go, and I can't even go out and hit 'em!
Still, it's kinda satisfying to look at such a gorgeous bag of shiny sticks by my desk.