Saturday, April 18, 2015

Golf, Golf, Golf

Not to wax sentimental, but I love golf. I'm in the process of acquiring enough "recent rounds" to get a handicap for my 9-hole league which starts on Tuesday. This morning I played 18 holes (two rounds) at the Brookland Golf Park. The local municipal course I grew up playing. I was on the course even before the club house opened and had the course essentially to myself.

I remember always being fascinated by this potentially brutal to the psyche and cost prohibitive game. I have early memories of wanting my dad to get down his clubs in the garage and hitting whiffle balls in the backyard with my next door neighbor. I think what sinched it though was playing the occasional 9 or at least walking along with my uncles in Montana. The golf was fun, the company was good and rolling dice in the bar afterward kept it interesting.

Anyhow, I'm glad I have some good before Tiger (BT) experiences to make this more than just a passing fad.

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