Hole Lotta Love

You're a golfer. You just drove the piss out of the ball straight down that there fairway, Happy Gilmore-style. Then you sink a beast of a putt that’s more ridiculous than an Arnold Palmer hole-sinking tap at The Masters. You're feeling good about yourself, your life, the kids at home, and it's all on account of your monster drives and cash-money putts. Or so you believe.

Did you ever stop to think that your killer ball-whacking was more a result of the club than the wielder? Of course not, because you're too engulfed in that poetic ball trajectory to ponder such things.

Sure, it takes humans to operate machinery, tools, and such (you know, that age-old art-science-continuum thing), but with all of the advances in golf technology, you should give more props to the makers. You can do so by checking out the Ping Manufacturing Tour, where visitors get sneak peaks at the hardware – such as drivers and putters – that makes them feel so warm and toasty inside.

Tuesdays, Thursdays, 9 a.m., 2008