I wrapped up an excellent year in the Golf League on Friday afternoon. Not that anyone seemed to notice.Continue reading
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I noticed an odd sight during the final match of our Golf League season the other evening: something of a traffic jam on the fairway of the 7th hole.Continue reading
Perhaps a bit to my Sweetie’s regret, I’m having a little trouble making the hand-off of our handsome Golf League Trophy.
When the skunk scurried across the first fairway, perhaps I should have taken it as an omen.
Surely among the least of the deprivations caused by Covid-19, I note that today was SUPPOSED to be ‘Opening Day’ for our golf league.
Forty-five minutes into the meeting, I was begging under my breath to be set free.
Can a single swing of the golf club evoke a scene of biblical import? Or is it mere vanity to think so?
I’ve been pondering these questions for several days now – ever since I was the lone witness to a hole-in-one during League play.
We golfers are a curious breed. Generally, we’re reasonable chaps – with enough sense to come in outta the rain.
But once we’re on the course? Not so much.
The calendar says ‘spring,’ but you couldn’t prove it by the hue of the fairways as we opened the golf season this past week. The zoysia turf, still sporting a winter tint, made our league’s ‘home course’ resemble the Sahara more closely than Augusta during our first week of play.