Of course we’ve all seen them.
The customized golf ball.
The classics include “IF FOUND PLEASE HIT IT BETTER THAN THE LAST GUY” and “I’M NOT LOST I’M HIDING FROM _____________” or, contrarily, “PLEASE STOP TOUCHING MY BALLS”. They’re fun and funny and I have always kind of hoped I’d someday be grown up enough to have my own.
Tiger has his own. Just stamped TW. It’s rad. Kind of elitist, but still awesome. A pretty cool sort of special. Your own branding.
And I had, until very recently, been waiting for the day when I would, too, be cool enough to have my own.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have good news. It’s not as hard as I thought. It’s not hard at all, really. I have cracked the completely non-existent code.
Or, more precisely, my beautiful sister-in-law has.
And the solution comes factory direct. In this case TaylorMade’s factory. And for less than the price of the package of sharpies you’d have to buy in order to mark your ball like the unlearned, inexperienced, uncool adolescent that we’ve all been skulking around as, we can now be the very cool, suave, even polished ladies and gentlemen we’ve always hoped we could be.
It starts by them supplying us with the specifically numbered ball of our choice. Like a dozen balls of the TP5, TP5X, or the Project(a), all of the number 7 persuasion, if you’re like me. And then continues by having any text you want printed on the side of the ball. And, if you so desire, even a logo on the other. A clover. An American Flag. Or a yin yang. There were so many choices I literally stopped looking before I got to the end.
All of that for $4.
Directly shipped to you from TaylorMade. Via UPS, in a TaylorMade shipping box. That was fun all by itself.
You pay TaylorMade themselves. And they ship you the same ball Dustin Johnson plays with the words “DON’T TREAD ON ME” on one side, with a sweet picture of a unicorn on the other. For 4 freaking dollars.
Wait. Don’t get that one. I’m getting that one. It’s mine. Called it. Shotgun.
Seriously.
If we’re on the same golf course someday and, by miracle of miracles, you’re in the group behind us and you hit into me with a ball that has that awesomeness scribbled all over it, I’m taking it, and hitting a Top Flite back at you. I’ll start saving those Top Flite 3000s I find in the bushes instead of throwing them deeper into the bushes, just to do it, too.
Where was I?
Right. Here’s the link. Just click here and become the elegant lady or gentleman you’ve always sort of wished you could be but believed you weren’t yet. Because you can be. It’s actually silly easy. Just click the link and it will take you straight to TaylorMade’s website. No goofing around with any sketchy middlemen. Just you and the real deal.
It was one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received. Pretty much totally teared up when I opened the first sleeve and found my specialized message inside. “DUDE… WE LOVE YOU”
Because I love them too.
The customized golf ball.
The classics include “IF FOUND PLEASE HIT IT BETTER THAN THE LAST GUY” and “I’M NOT LOST I’M HIDING FROM _____________” or, contrarily, “PLEASE STOP TOUCHING MY BALLS”. They’re fun and funny and I have always kind of hoped I’d someday be grown up enough to have my own.
Tiger has his own. Just stamped TW. It’s rad. Kind of elitist, but still awesome. A pretty cool sort of special. Your own branding.
And I had, until very recently, been waiting for the day when I would, too, be cool enough to have my own.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have good news. It’s not as hard as I thought. It’s not hard at all, really. I have cracked the completely non-existent code.
Or, more precisely, my beautiful sister-in-law has.
And the solution comes factory direct. In this case TaylorMade’s factory. And for less than the price of the package of sharpies you’d have to buy in order to mark your ball like the unlearned, inexperienced, uncool adolescent that we’ve all been skulking around as, we can now be the very cool, suave, even polished ladies and gentlemen we’ve always hoped we could be.
It starts by them supplying us with the specifically numbered ball of our choice. Like a dozen balls of the TP5, TP5X, or the Project(a), all of the number 7 persuasion, if you’re like me. And then continues by having any text you want printed on the side of the ball. And, if you so desire, even a logo on the other. A clover. An American Flag. Or a yin yang. There were so many choices I literally stopped looking before I got to the end.
All of that for $4.
Directly shipped to you from TaylorMade. Via UPS, in a TaylorMade shipping box. That was fun all by itself.
You pay TaylorMade themselves. And they ship you the same ball Dustin Johnson plays with the words “DON’T TREAD ON ME” on one side, with a sweet picture of a unicorn on the other. For 4 freaking dollars.
Wait. Don’t get that one. I’m getting that one. It’s mine. Called it. Shotgun.
Seriously.
If we’re on the same golf course someday and, by miracle of miracles, you’re in the group behind us and you hit into me with a ball that has that awesomeness scribbled all over it, I’m taking it, and hitting a Top Flite back at you. I’ll start saving those Top Flite 3000s I find in the bushes instead of throwing them deeper into the bushes, just to do it, too.
Where was I?
Right. Here’s the link. Just click here and become the elegant lady or gentleman you’ve always sort of wished you could be but believed you weren’t yet. Because you can be. It’s actually silly easy. Just click the link and it will take you straight to TaylorMade’s website. No goofing around with any sketchy middlemen. Just you and the real deal.
It was one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve ever received. Pretty much totally teared up when I opened the first sleeve and found my specialized message inside. “DUDE… WE LOVE YOU”
Because I love them too.
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