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So I'm hitting balls into the simulator at Dick's Sporting Goods a few months ago, trying to find a new driver (see story HERE). Anyway, the pro helping me (yes, Dick's hires PGA pros for their golf department) is named Ralph.
Let's say you're on the tee with the wind blowing right-to-left. There's a water hazard on the left side of the fairway and grass conditions are wet. A few taps taking less than 30 seconds will give you a text-book approach to hitting your shot: "Tee up on the left side of the tee box and aim down the right center. The right to left wind will push the ball left. With trouble to the left, choose your target far enough right to allow for the wind. Wet conditions will eliminate roll."
I was asked recently; "When is the best time to golf?." I wanted to say "Whenever the old lady wants me to do something...," but she will be reading this post. Seriously though I had to stop and think for a second. There are golfers that play only if their tee time is at the ass-crack of dawn (frickin' go-getters) while there are others that won't go until the twilight special (cheap bastids).
Why do people become teachers? Is it because the work is fulfilling? You know...shaping young minds, helping to strengthen the foundation of the future. Yeah, that's the standard, almost scripted answer you're likely to get if you ask a teacher. But they're not fooling anyone. We all know that's not the "real" reason. We all know the real reason is simply...the time off.
Life happens, obviously. But every once in a while it hits me and for a moment there is some clarity. Don't get me wrong I'm not saying I figured it out, all I mean is that stuff makes sense...sometimes. Like a golf swing, you know? You go through the motions and somehow it works...sometimes. How? Who the heck knows but you always remember that first time you did it.
So my wife gets a call the other day from a relative out west. The only part of the conversation in which I'm involved is when when she tells said relative "Hold on, I'll tell him now." She then proceeds to tell me about the 74 he shot that morning. Now, am I jealous of the score? No, of course not. Well...maybe a little. But what I am jealous of is the fact that he played at all.
Stinky Golfer Greg mentioned in his last post, "You Know that Local Course You Love So Much?" that autumn sadly signifies the end of our golf season here in the Northeast.
I'm a public course man - my golf "high" comes from playing different places every week. But when you've played as many as I have, they all tend to blend together - fairways, greens and traps meld with each other as if they were all part of some impressionist painting - only when I step back and take-in the big picture do courses' most striking features reveal themselves.
In fourteen-hundred and ninety-two, Columbus sailed the ocean blue. And found this land, land of the free, beloved by you, beloved by me.
A precision club-and-ball sport, in which competing players (golfers), using many types of clubs, attempt to hit balls into each hole on a golf course while employing the fewest number of strokes. 
