I like to buy a lot of golf clubs. This is mostly because I am an idiot who hates the idea of looking at anything resembling a big number in my bank account. But also, different golf clubs work well for different people, and once you reach a certain skill level, like the point at which your swing’s sequence, tempo, and speed are consistent and (vaguely) set, the equipment that allows you to hit your shots consistently straight may very well cause a horrific slice/hook/ when I try it out. Now, for most people, and by that I mean “serious golfers who, unlike me, are smart” address this issue by getting professionally fitted for their clubs — i.e., paying a person to help them pick out the right combination of clubhead/shaft/grip/lie angle best suited for their body, skill level, and a whole bunch of other factors that are unique to them. Tend to miss right? You’ll probably want a club with some draw-bias offset so that your face is a bit more square on impact. Is your swing really slow? Then stop using those stiff-ass shafts in your driver, nobody’s asking you to be a hero over here. Having the right clubs won’t magically fix everything, but having the wrong ones can be like insisting that you have to drive stick even though you don’t know how a clutch works.
Because I am an extremely advanced brain genious, I have only gotten fitted for my irons but refuse to get fitted for anything else. Instead, I just buy a shitload of clubs, try them out for a couple of rounds, and then when I inevitably learn that they offer me no utility whatsoever, either sell them or I stick them in the extra golf bag in my living room and try to ignore them until they no longer exist. Could I have saved a lot of money in the long run if I’d just paid some dude at Club Champion to tell me what my ideal specs were so that I knew what to buy? Yes, but then I would never have had the experience of buying a brand-new club, hating it, trading it in for a new-ish used club, hate that too, trade that one in for an older used club, and so on and so forth until I’m stuck with a club that’s worth like 50 cents. What I’m saying is that I like buying golf clubs for the same reason that people like playing the lottery so they can win less and less money until they go broke. Besides, most of the time doing this only costs me like $10-$75 a pop, so I fall into the trap of *feeling* like I’m saving money despite the fact that cycling through clubs is very clearly bleeding me dry.