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Posted on August 23rd, 2010 by golf

Best sand wedge I have used yet!! Definitely got me out of some tricky situations. Overall, excellent quality, but what else would you expect from Callaway.

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My hearing with Winston Newman was August 18th 2005. Not knowing what to expect, I planned to leave New York City the evening of August 17th; best case scenario, I would be put in jail. In a sobering but strange way, jail seemed like the solution. In jail they have food, clothing, proper lighting, and everything I could possibly need to get my life back together. My plan was to walk into that courthouse, plead guilty to anything they pin on me and take the punishment. I took the train to a rough suburb of Philadelphia by the name of Norristown. My appearance would certainly shock everyone—I was completely disheveled and dirty. My normally close cropped, jet black hair, had debris and dirt in it, making it look to be a lighter grayish brown color. It had grown in a time when there wasn’t a comb or brush in sight. My clothes where dirty, wrinkled and unkempt, circles had grown around my dark brown eyes and my full figured lips had grown dry and cracked to the point where it actually hurt a bit to speak. I wondered what they would think when I arrived. As I approached the long set of stairs at the Norristown courthouse, my attempt to sneak inside failed, being that the press and media swarmed. “David, do you think this could be the end of your writing career, before it even began?” “Is it true your own father put you out of the house, after the death of your mother?” All these questions they asked made it apparent that my life has become the reality show event of the year. All I could hope for at that point was death. As I walked through the building, Wedge Stiff my shoes squeaked as if I walked across the ocean to arrive there. Opening the door with my left hand, I struggled to pull the weighty door fully open. I had to use my scraped, stiff, right hand to painfully assist the left. Once inside the courtroom, many of the spectators had already arrived early to the ‘big trial of the year.’ Curiously they waited for the next chapter in this storied circus would be. They arrived so early that they had front row seats of the train wreck named David Summers. As I walked through the gallery of the courtroom, I didn’t look any of them in the eyes at first, but I knew they caught a glimpse of me, because the noisy chatter died down. When I did look around, I could tell from the befuddled looks on their faces that they were in utter shock to see me in this state. Some stared subconsciously; their mouths gaping wide open in shock. I saw my friends Brittany and Brandon sitting next to each other, they both sat fidgety in their seats, that is, until they caught a glimpse of me. Little did any of them know, I was going to surrender myself. Brittany put her hand over her mouth and tears welded up in her eyes, while Brandon seemed to brave my appearance and embrace her. My revengeful, spiteful, father sat in the corner with a smug grin on his face. How did I get to this place of being a homeless man, desperate for the “luxuries” of Prison, when three years ago, I was in a very wealthy family? I mean, my mother was a Movie Producer and my father a successful Politician. The sound of the courtroom doors behind me swinging open bounced off of the wooden interior of the court room, and through all the chatter in the room, I heard the door swing back closed. When I turned around, I saw Winston Newman walk in with his huge entourage. With a deliberate swagger, he made his way to the prosecution bench. As he got closer to me, my appearance made him slow down his already slow pace. His face squeezed, as if he just ate a particularly sour lemon wedge, he seemed taken back. They sat their briefcases and papers on the prosecutor’s desk. Winston brought a team of five different attorneys with him, undoubtedly the best in the nation, and there I stood again, with nobody. The only thing I had with me was a stench that came off my body. Winston had a gray suit that hugged his enormous upper body, with a white shirt and a brilliant red power tie. His slicked back hair accompanied his clean shaven face. He was a rock; an immovable rock. He represented something you go around not through. As the courtroom quieted, you could hear whispers that were surely in reference to me and my appearance. My beard itched because I hadn’t shaved in months, or showered in weeks. All I wanted was for the session to get started, so I could surrender myself to a better arrangement—Jail. The moment came right before the trial was to begin; the tension built, all I could think about was my impending, failure due to come by the end of the day. At that, I heard the courtroom doors open again. Before I got a chance to glance behind me, I heard high heels tapping in a heart pounding familiar rhythm, the room became silent and an electrical p

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