This is my home course (earlier in the year). Because of travel I didn’t get as much golf in this year as I had wished. Fortunately the course will still be playable as long as the greens aren’t frosted and there’s no snow on the fairways. I play just well enough that I think the next game will be better. It never is.
But riding around in a golf cart, smoking cigars, drinking beer and cursing little white balls is somehow therapeutic. And its a lot cheaper than psychoanalysis.
Golf combines two favorite American pastimes: taking long walks and hitting things with a stick. ~P.J. O’Rourke