I guess Cobra golf clubs are at the front of my mind lately. Here’s another funny ad from them.
Everyone has to love David Feherty’s accent. I think in general, Americans think British and Australian accents are charming. While Feherty’s accent might be charming, I doubt that charming is one of the things that really comes to mind when describing the man. Of course, I’ve never met him, but he seems funny in a smart alecky way.
I once heard a New Zealander describe American accents as “cool” rather than charming. He was a little bit older guy, and he explained that when he was a kid the only Americans that came to New Zealand were, of course, wealthy. (It’s still not cheap to get there, but a little more within reach than it was in the past.) This guy and his friends would joke around in their American accents saying, “Go and buy me that hill, James.”
I decided to take my old King Cobra out to the driving range today, for old time sake, since I’ve been thinking about it recently, and I probably shouldn’t have. The memories were much sweeter than reality. I was hitting a high, nasty hook with it. I can understand why it was going high, as it has three degrees more loft than my Cleveland driver, but I don’t know why it was hooking so bad. The shaft is just as stiff as my current driver. The club head is remarkably smaller. Clearly the trend in club head size is to get bigger, and they certainly have since I got that King Cobra in the mid 90’s.
Of course, golf club technology has come a long way since then as well. I’ll try to put today’s fiasco at the driving range out of my mind, and remember my King Cobra driver with fond memories.
