This is one goofy golf club. I had a lot of trouble getting any altitude off the tee, and everybody was looking at me kinda weird. For the price, I thought I was getting a good deal on a sweet retro driver, but all I got was a nice old school hockey stick that has the perfect blade curve to launch street hockey balls into my son's face. After apologizing and cleaning the mess up, I went back to launching lasers into the net and denting the garage door. That's ok because it's my door, and I forgive myself. I'm too old, and can't skate, so Crosby's job is safe.