A Grab Bag of Golf Clubs
It is the dead of winter and I haven’t played golf in so long that I’m sure I don’t remember how to swing a club. I am even more positive that I couldn’t hit a chip anywhere near the hole. Every spring, it is like starting over. But that is golf in New England.
I miss our in-season Friday outings. Life feels out of sync without golf to play and our threesome feels scattered without the routine of our weekly round. On a recent frigid snowy evening, to help ease the pain of our golflessness, one of my regular group stopped by to visit. “Wow, that’s a lot of golf bags!” she said, her eyes popping at the bevy of bags in my garage. When I stopped to think about it, my third garage bay really did look like a blowout sale at Edwin Watts. (more…)