This Golf Photographer That Took A 145 MPH Drive Off The Belly Has No One To Blame But Himself

When one of @graeme_mcdowell 's Fantasy Golf Campers rips a 145mph drive on the first tee of the very first hole of first inaugural fantasy weekend into your big belly at the Ritz Carlton in Orlando, you count your lucky stars the Callaway didn't do real damage. Angelo, "The Assassin," felt horrible for the accident and we quickly became friends. Many thanks to GMac and Ritz Orlando golf staff for making sure I was OK. GMac made Angelo hit driver on the range while using Trackman, which is how we knew it was 145mph! I've been a golf photographer for 20 years, had a few close calls, but never seriously hit...until the Assassin came to town. #golf #golfphotography #gmac #ritzcarlton #orlando #florida #usa #assassin

A post shared by Cy Cyr (@cycyrdotcom) on Feb 15, 2017 at 10:34am PST

SportingNews-  A golf photographer was lucky to walk away after getting hit by a 145-mph drive at close range.

Photographer Cy Cyr shared video of himself on Instagram getting nailed in the stomach by a golf ball during Graeme McDowell's Fantasy Golf Camp.

Cyr said he's been a golf photographer for 20 years, but had never taken a hit.

He also said the drive's speed was being tracked, so that's how he knew it hit him at 145 mph.

Cyr is thankful for the extra padding his "big belly" provided.



​I think it's safe to say that under normal circumstances the golfer is to blame when the photographer - who is kneeling on the cart path about 30 yards up - gets nailed in stomach with a 145 MPH drive that looked to be headed for the kneecap of whatever animal happened to be passing through the forest. Unfortunately, snapping pictures of a guy nicknamed 'The Assassin' at a "fantasy camp" is not a normal circumstance. Christ, it's a miracle this guy lasted two decades behind the camera not reading the scouting report on his subjects. You don't stand on the tracks when the train is coming through and don't take a knee while in the scopes of a guy whose driver is essentially a sniper rifle. Don't get me wrong, that drive made some of mine look picturesque but now that I know the person swinging the club managed to get labeled with a murderous moniker while playing the preeminent "Gentleman's Game" I'm half surprised that snipe/shank didn't catch Cy Cyr (what a name) right between the eyes. He should let that welt on his impact resistant belly of his be a lesson to him. Even the people responsible for shooting the game tape should try watching it from time to time, because - while you never expect to run into a head hunter out on the fairway - professional success on any playing field requires preparation (or years and years of overeating).