Over a dinner at Villagio's, Sean and I discussed the sports of the season. The arrival of spring always predicts the migration for country club members from the lounge to the driving range, almost like clockwork. I inquire as to how Sean's private driving range was going, and he informed me that he had just had golf netting put in.
I opined that it was probably a good thing, protecting people from gold balls to the head. He leaned in and let me know that the net was even better for ensuring that his errant swings didn't send balls flying into never-never land. Let it be known that Sean is nothing if not honest.