Justin Golfs!

It’s not weird that I give my various clubs little pet names, right? Or that I talk to them?

And, maybe, on occasion, sing songs about them as I pull them outta the bag (”I’m bringin’ Sixie back…”)?

My current favorite club is my Command BK approach wedge from Pinemeadow Golf:

Behold, Excalibur.

And for you spec junkies (ripped off lovingly from the Pinemeadow page):

I got mine, like the rest of my Command BK iron set, with the standard grip and a regular flex, +1/2″ Apollo Lite Steel shaft.

Unlike the other rat bastard clubs in my bag, Excalibur rarely fails me.  In fact, if you look at my scorecards and see anything positive on a particular hole (GIR, birdie, etc), there’s a pretty good chance this approach wedge played a part.

The thing is deadly for me from just about any distance under ~120 yards.  Off the tee on a short par 3, I’m landing within 10-20 feet of the cup a good percentage of the time (by my standards, laser-like accuracy).  Chipping, pitching, little flop shots over green side bunkers (and other various crap I manage to put in play with my more rebellious clubs)…  you name it, Excalibur can take it.  Hell, I’ve even managed to put a little backspin on the occasional shot with it.

Now, that’s not to say, of course, that I still don’t manage to Justinify the occasional shot with this guy.  Damn it, Jim, it’s a golf club, not a miracle worker.  But still, when I can get to a point where I’m pulling Excalibur out of the bag, things are looking up.

Assuming I haven’t already taken 8 strokes.

And that I don’t 4-putt.

Or, you know, just generally suck.  As usual.