Man, I’ve been hearing guys rave about the Adams Tight Lies for ages. Figured it’s time to see what all the fuss is about. Grabbed my bag and headed straight to the driving range with zero expectations.
First Swings – Skepticism Mode
Pulled it outta the bag thinking, “Looks weird as hell.” That super low-profile head? Like a pancake glued to a stick. Thought it’d feel flimsy, but surprisingly solid in the hands. Waggled it a couple times—feels light but balanced? Okay.
Tee’d up in my usual spot. First swing… skulled it sideways. Laughed my ass off. Second try: chunked the turf hard. “Great, another gimmick club,” I mumbled. But third swing? WHOOSH. Ball exploded off the face, low and straight. Didn’t even feel like I hit it clean. Huh.
Grass Lies – Where It Shines
Moved to the rough section. Grass thick enough to hide a squirrel. Normal hybrids? Disaster waiting to happen. But this thing… just glides. Swung easy, expecting to dig—nope. Sliced under the ball like a hot knife through butter. Got airborne QUICK. Five balls in a row, same result: pop-up rocket shots.
What clicked:
- That funky sole doesn’t fight turf. Slides or bounces instead of catching.
- Launch angle’s stupid high even when you hit like garbage.
- Sound’s a muted “thwack”—kinda satisfying, not tin-can noisy.
Why Golfers Lose Their Minds Over It
Played 9 holes after. Buried lie in fairway bunker? Floated out. Awkward sidehill crap? Still got distance. It’s cheating, honestly. Didn’t save my horrible slices, but for thin or fat hits? Magic wand.
Downsides? Yeah. Looks ugly sitting behind the ball. And if you swing like Thor, it’ll balloon too high. But man… for weekend hackers who skull more than they admit? Game. Changer.
Finished the round realizing why people rant about this club. It forgives the garbage shots we all make. Not “perfect,” but damn does it make bad days feel less terrible. Still in my bag—ugly head and all.