I think this is turning into an addiction

Straight from school, we had to race to the driving range to hit a bucket of balls. Which then turned into 2 buckets of balls. Which would have turned into 3 if I hadn't been frozen. (He was fine, of course, under the heater).

The pro loves him, and came out to help him with his swing. Which he thought was fabulous.And what athlete doesn't have to refuel a with Starbucks chocolate milk after a tough day on the course?