If you’ve followed this blog, you’ve been introduced to me so it’s only fair, and certainly long overdue, that you learn something about my friend Kevin. Ted Lasso would probably call this an owed ode. I’ve known Kevin, or Ktown as we call him, for as long as I can remember. Hard not to know […]
In a previous life, I was an athlete. Everyday, I get a little further from those glory days. The only things I have left of my peak physical performance now are some memories, a few scars, a bum ankle, and a pinky finger trick that will turn the stomach of the queasy. It wasn’t like […]
I remember all the shots from a round for several hours after the last putt drops. I remember the best jokes and laughs for years. I retell my favorites every round I play with someone new. I break out the old “do you know how much this pin flag weighs?” bit literally all the time. It’s become a calling card of sorts. There are a few others I’ve picked up over the years, some from my dad, some from friends, others from strangers. Each has provided the mental break and a laugh that helps my game and reminds me why I love to play this dumb game so much.
I’m not going to spoil the book in the hopes that you’ll be intrigued enough to go out and get it yourself. I want everyone to read Tom’s books in the hopes that he’ll be so successful that he’ll do another one. I need my fix and I’m quickly running out of this book. I won’t spoil it except for one little paraphrased line that is the crux of this entire post. In the book, Tom describes a tough experience playing Bethpage Black and said something like, “golf is the only aspect in life where you’re having fun while you’re having no fun at all.”
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