Swinging in the Rain

OK, so a Debbie Reynolds I’m not. I am not terrifically graceful, as one might guess from my often out of tempo golf swing. This particular day seemed in some way out of kilter as well, and therefore proved perfectly suited for me and my golf game.

The golf was hurry-up-and-wait, so agonizingly slow that, had I been playing poorly, I might have tried blaming it on the pace of play. Nor was the weather anything to dance and sing about. There was, at best, a heavy mist in the air; at worst, a light shower spitting out of the steel gray sky. Somehow, none of it mattered, wedged in as we were in the middle of the second 18 holes of a huge group of transients playing a thirty six hole tournament. It was one of those rare days that any golf would be better than no golf at all. (more…)