The Summer of George! And Golf.
A lot of golf was played this summer though perhaps not enough. Some highs and lows and lessons learned are worth sharing with the tens of people who might read this blog.
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An Ugly 9-Holes
Disclaimer: The following is about golf. If I’ve learned anything from regaling tales from the golf course, is that it’s similar to showing off pictures of your cat: few people care and even fewer can feign interest (and no, your cat’s not different). If you find yourself in that latter group, that’s ok. My ego…
November Golf in Arizona
Since breaking 90 for a round of golf is not in the foreseeable future, the occasional story from the links will have to suffice. This time: from The Wigwam Resort in Arizona.
Home Course (Dis)Advantage
Seems like every golfer has their so-called home course. Though don’t necessarily confuse home with favorite (though it can be). It doesn’t have to be where you shot your best round (though it is possible). Nor does your home course have to be the one with the hottest beverage cart girl (though those courses certainly…
A Golf Story
Disclaimer: The following is about golf. If you are not a golfer, it will make little sense. If you are a golfer, it will probably make even less sense. People a lot smarter than I choose not to play golf on a 108° day in Arizona. It was a mantra I have said many times…
Golf, Garmin, Technology and Swearing
I don’t know. It seems to me that those who want to read about my golf game have about the same level of interest as those who want to hear stories and see pictures of other people’s kids. Which is to say, few-to-none. It’s as if “par”, “mulligan” and “hook” cause the same level of…
The Greatest Shot I Never Saw
I have learned that every round of golf has a story — or 10 — to tell. A simple question of “Hey, how’d you play?” can lead to a half-hour rambling of stretched truths and tales of pars that should have been. Unfortunately, what happens on the golf course rarely stays on the golf course…