Long story to get to a short point. Me and a friend were jamming balls the other day. He brought with him the Whippy Tempo Master, and I have to admit it was not only a nice change of pace, but the club is addicting in a way. Addicting in a sense that the compression obtained does not seem possible given the flexibility of the shaft- but put a pure swing on it, don’t pressure the sides of the shaft, and it goes off like a rocket.
So we’re both doing some different things while sharing a tee and in comes, and is on the tee next to us, a guy giving a lesson. He’s there for a few minutes when my friend says….”Range, do you know who that is?” I haven’t a clue and just say…”yeah, it’s some big galooka.” He was big too, of course anyone looks like a big galooka compared to me. My friend says….”that’s Evan “Big Cat” Williams and I had a chance years ago to hit some balls with him.”
I remembered the name but didn’t really recognize him until I got home and looked it up. He’s a little older now but that was him. So my friend and he start chatting a bit and Rat goes into serious mode. On my mind was the Cat meets the Rat.
Big Cat goes back to his student and leaves me and my friend to finish our business. My friend takes the Whippy and blasts shot after shot with it and while doing so I notice Big Cat never glances over or watches, although I’m sure he heard the sound. Now my turn, and ditch the Tempo Master. I tell my friend that I am going to split the middle of the dome with an uprising parabola. There’s a spot that has this metal piece that I think helps holds the dome together in some fashion. Anyway…not as difficult to do as I was fully warmed up by then, but got out a fairway wood and banged ball after ball off that piece of metal……and when finished my friend says…”man, that was sweet.”
I told him things I was working on- part of one which was feeling my left shoulder girdle separating after transition and I said….”yeah, I think Hogan may have used his shoulder girdle in a really neat way…almost like pinning one shoulder back after transition. It’s part of a package I call….”either the club is going to get away from you, or stay with you.” It was just after I used the name “Hogan” that Big Cat turned, took pause from his student, to hear what was being said. Don’t know what he thought about what he heard as he remained silent, and didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, but just goes to show the Hogan name still draws attention.
By the way, Big Cat was teaching a two dimensional swing, a pure CF move- at P1 the club is hinged straight up without any voluntary turn going on. Lot of up and down stuff. Would have liked to see him lay into a few, as my friend said he could make the ball the size of a BB within seconds.
That was the closest this Rat has ever been to a Cat…but as we all know a Hawk sits higher within the food chain! 