I love wedges. No, not wedgies, wedges. As in sand wedges, lob wedges, pitching wedges, and gap wedges. I’ve probably used 30-40 since I started playing the game… and I’m only 26. Yes, I might be just a bit crazy.
My obsession began because when I was younger, chipping was the only way I could practice. Since I couldn’t always get a ride to the golf course, I spent a lot of time chipping in the front yard. To the detriment of my parents, I learned how to hit flop shots in the backyard, trying to lob golf balls over the house (breaking only a couple of windows). Heck, I’ve went so far as to build a make-shift bunker in my parents’ backyard. Maybe I’m weird? But I’ve always had an unhealthy obsession with wedges.