Now, I ain’t bragging or nothing, but I’ve stayed in some pretty fancy golf resorts in places all over the world and played on some of the best golf courses in the world.

But, my favorite driving range of all time is a little place just outside of Valdosta, Georgia, called The Golf Place.

You can see it from Interstate-75, but to get to it, you turn off Exit 11 and go through backwoods Georgia – through cotton fields, pastures, cows, chickens, the whole deal. Old, moss-draped oaks, ‘luminum house trailers, simple country folk hanging their wash outside. It’s like going back in time.

You get to the place itself, and they’ve got ball machine open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. That’s right, it NEVER closes. On cold nights, or even days, they might have a fire going. There’s a television outside, fastened to an old, shady oak.

The only thing missing is a bar.

“That’s coming,” said Terry, the man who owns and runs the place.

It ain’t all fancy-like, but you can go there at 3 a.m. and know it will be open. Warm yourself by the fire if they’ve got one going, have a beer when they get all the bureaucrats satisfied, and whack some golf balls. Now I ask you: What can be better than that?

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