METHUEN — Oh, the hard-knock life of the driving range ball. Never a sniff of the British Open or the PGA Tour, never so much as 18 holes of miniature golf or even a one-day escape to a humble par-3 municipal course.
All around the world, millions of golf balls each year are born into lives never intended to leave the boundaries of a driving range. Then one day it’s over, the balls culled from circulation with dimples worn low or their steely skins gashed by miscreant lawn mowers. Though the vast majority remain whole with plenty of bounce left in their game, their days are finished, save for the scant few who find a place in the golf ball afterlife.