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…
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…
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…
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…
“I’d rather have a bad day golfing than a good day at work.” – Author unknown I do not know who first coined the above phrase nor when those words were originally uttered, but if I had to guess that person did not say it after shooting a 51 on the front nine with multiple…
I used to golf. A lot. My grandparents were avid golfers. My uncle and brother were avid golfers. Turned out, my friends were too. So it was logical that I would put myself on a similar path of a lifetime of frustration, lost balls, abused clubs, made-up on-the-spot swear words, and a lot less spending…
A couple of weeks ago, Matt – as he often does – approached me and made a completely random statement. He said, “Dad, I want to go to the store by myself.” After some discussion and a few follow up questions, it turned out that he wanted to go grocery shopping and buy his own…