The Kid with the Hammer
Who doesn’t love Top Golf? Literally no one! So we booked a couple of bays and golfed it up for Tyler’s birthday. This particular trip we had a couple of extra kids. Tyler’s (our oldest son) best friend Mason and Jason’s (our youngest son) best friend Pj.
Now Pj happens to be an athletic prodigy; it’s like this kid was designed for sports. Everything I’ve ever watched him play he’s a freaking superstar at so I was expecting him to be pretty good at the golf but what I didn’t expect was to watch him crush golf balls that hit the back net almost EVERY. SINGLE. TIME!! At the age of 15! He was like our own Happy Gilmore but younger, with less yelling and a swing that wasn’t so awkward, lol. Honestly, it was a thing of beauty and it left all our jaws on the floor. We quickly dubbed him “The Hammer” (which henceforth and forevermore he shall be known as to all that was on this trip), and tried to convince him to start running a hustle betting grown men that he could outdrive them. He didn’t go for it, but he let us call him The Hammer all weekend and when he entered his nickname at the go cart place I saw it typed out “The Hammer” on the screen and my heart soared a little.