Reckon I was proper worried this bright pattern was gonna cop every bit of grime going — pale colours and grubby hands don't usually mix well, mate. But strewth, this thing's held up like an absolute champion, still lookin' fresh as a daisy round after round. Even on the days me putting's gone walkabout and nothin's droppin', I look down at this grip and reckon, fair dinkum, life's not too bad. It's like carrying a little ray of sunshine down the fairway. Genuinely didn't expect a putter grip to lift the mood, but here we are, mate. Top marks — would grab another in a heartbeat.
