The 180-Day Weekend
So, so sorry. I’m back. I got hungry, went to the fridge, opened, stared, but couldn’t remember what I went for, and boom, a year goes by. I’m not alone, right? You’ve done that, I know it. But now I’ve wandered
Tiger Again
Tiger Woods won The Masters on Sunday. Again. His 5th. In November of ’09, Tiger Woods’ then-wife, Elin, decided to detail his freshly crashed SUV – and by some reports, his face – with a 9-iron. (The PR statement said
17.5 Tips To Help You Caddy For Your Kid
Your Buster or Buffy is interested in golf. And they’ve shown ability. Now they want to play some tournaments. Excellent! Time to sign them up! This also very well means it’s time for you to caddy – that is, be
Having the Fight
“C’mon, man. You gotta fight.” I’ve said this to G during a round, at a time to gut it out, to this face that looks like mine when I was 9. The face of a good kid. I recognize this
The Tradition of Meltdowns
It finally happened. It was bound to. A couple weekends ago. My player wigged out. The Meltdown in Monterey. Fukushima style. A regional tournament. Hat, clubs, golf balls abused after shots. Three episodes in the round with some beautiful golf
Happy Columbus Day, Elon
Columbus Day recently went by, largely unobserved. I think that’s too bad. Uh oh. Where is this going? Please, your honor, allow me a little leash to explain. Here we go – golf, Columbus, parenting, and space exploration. Stan, a
Caddycide
Looking back at the summer, a highlight – maybe The Highlight – was when I viewed the afterlife. I went there. A first. I benched myself. Caddycide. A bit of pain. Then a chance to watch from the ether.
My Call with Kevin
I don’t enjoy publishing transcripts of phone calls. But I thought this one might be pertinent to the blog – my interjections in italics. And please don’t comment how everybody doesn’t record transcripts of their phone calls. I know better.
Switchbacks
Graham had a possible epiphany a few weekends ago. It was a local tournament. Emotions have been a tough nut for him to crack. That being said, how many of us can realistically call that nut cracked at whatever age?
What(TF) Is It About Sports?
Karen “Joe”, she says through a slight squint. “Can I ask you a question?” An interrogative preface to interrogation is rare, but can signal oncoming trouble or intrigue or waterboarding or anything in between. “Sure.” Karen, my ex-sister-in-law, and I
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