Remember when you golf shoes still had metal spikes? Well, that's how long it's been since I last held a 7 iron! And just last night at the Top Flyt driving range in Quezon City, I did not just hold one - but hit a bucket of golf balls - with the chidding, pushing, cheering on of my Panget and my tee-boy Myke (naks...) Even though its been years, I still remembered the grip, the stance and the swing - although not the correct stance, grip, back swing and etc., but at least somehow - I knew and remembered a little of it. Everyone will agree that I hate the feeling of being sweaty (ma-pawisan) I hate it so much that I purposely do not engage in sports (it's as if I'm a fan of any sport - I just watch them on TV or on the court) but for golf (driving range and badminton) I was willing to sweat it out. I remember vividly, during my first summer learning golf, I sustained a tennis elbow injury - that was during 1997 (I think) because the glof club I used was too heavy f