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
parenting and golf and spirituality, oh my

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 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

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
“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
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
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