Beware of the dreaded ball grabbing she beatch of a goats gizzard. You tee up a brand new $1.50 Nike, no hits, first swing and the dripping beatch jumps out of the lake and grabs you by the ball, you say all right I got ya. You tee up a second new Nike, you swing and her husband jumps out of the weeds and the wrinkled old buzzard grabs your other ball. Your voice just went up 8 octaves, your wife runs in, says what the hell is wrong with you, you tell her you have lost your balls. She shakes her head and says Oh, I thought you fell down, you lost your balls 20 years ago. Maybe not the response you expected to your first post.