On Carryovers and Hangovers on the Golf Course

The trouncing I’d taken from my brother during Master’s week down at the ACC was still stinging. I thought for sure that playing my home course would give me a distinct advantage in our next golf match, what with my brother’s tendency to swing hard and fast. The Pines is known for its long, tight fairways, often a difficult venue for golfers who refuse to club down. Unfortunately, my timing was off.

In fact, everything was off. I’d love to blame my bleary headache and waves of wooziness on the late night family gathering of the previous evening but there was really no one to blame but myself. It wasn’t the company but the cocktails that had done me in. With my heady expectations of victory I hadn’t planned on a hangover. (more…)