Assignment 12 - Kyle Hosey

The life of a 4-hybrid ain't easy, 'specially not when you're a bright-red Nike Covert. I just heard a few weeks ago about my mom: bankruptcy, terminal, nothing the executives can do. Nike Golf, may Sam Snead bless her everlasting soul, simply weren't pulling in the revenue like she used to in my childhood. I guess I don't know what all those pros on the Tour will do; I suppose they'll order up a few of my cousins for the time being. My closer Nike relatives in their bags right now? Probably they'll all end up in some First Tee charity program, doomed to be swung around until they rust away by little kids who ain't exactly Jack Nicklaus, if you know what I'm saying. It's not that we golf clubs don't like lesser players or juniors; it's just that we all dream of being in the bag of a professional from the time we leave the factory. It's hard for guys to leave that life once they get a taste. A lot of times they've become so arrogant and high-flighted that once they're nobodies again they get turned into social outcasts. Lot of times blue-collar guys who've been with a 20-handicapper their entire lives won't even share the same bag slot with them. Some go crazy; I knew a 7-iron who swore he was in Kim Jong Un's bag when he had 10 hole-in-ones in one round and also saw Donald Trump win 3 club championships. Like I said, out of their damn hosles. I think those may be the lucky ones though. You hear so many stories about disgraces tour level clubs who just can't take it anymore and will themselves out of their owners hands on a water-laden par three. That's not to say my career hadn't been rough either, but I don't like to complain. Us utility clubs, we do our jobs and don't whine about it like those preening putters and drivers do. Seriously, those guys act so above it all just because they get all the attention and don't have to do any of the dirty work in the sand or rough like the rest of us. On top of that, the ones I live with right now are both Titleist guys, the most arrogant of the whole bunch - and they act like it. Even so, I can't truly blame them too much. Every time we go to a tournament, all the other club sets mock us all for being older models, Nikes, poorly designed, you name it. Our prettier neighbors get caught up in it all, and I guess they just need to feel superior. Like I said, though, I don't complain. My lot's been rough, and my job causes a lot of headaches, but I do it. We all do, the best we can, and we all just hope we aren't snapped in half one random day at the office.