I’m packing my Pro-V1s, my Callaways, my Bridgestones for my upcoming trip for some golf in Seattle.

I’m just not packing them where I used to. In the good old days, or maybe my naive days, I stuffed my golf bag with sleeves of new balls in preparation for a clash with a new golf destination.

One of my biggest fears is stepping up to the tee at Bay Hill or Whistling Straights or Kiawah Island’s Ocean course and having to pull out one of those shag-bag balls at the bottom of my bag.

To play your best, you should hit the best.

Problem was, these new nuggets seemed to be disappearing on the flight over, even long before I could ever jack them in the woods or dunk them in the water.

Isn’t it funny how every time you travel with your golf clubs, there’s a “your bag has been searched” tag inside? I’ve never tried to prove that the security screeners have fast fingers, but it’s one urban legend I believe to be true.

I pack my sleeves of balls in my carry-on luggage now. It’s heavier, yes, but worth it. Feels like I’m saving at least $12 (the cost of a sleeve) each way.

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