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Competitive Golf

04.08.08

Georgia On My Mind Competitive Golf, Golf and Family, Sibling Rivalry & Golf
While every thing is sugar and spice and classically nice in Augusta this Master's week, my rounds of golf game will likely be a little less gentile. Ready for battle, I've packed up my sticks and headed south. I'll be teeing it up with my brother not far from the hallowed fairways beyond Magnolia Drive. All in good fun, we're prepared for a marathon three round golf match, winner to assume full bragging rights until whenever the next time comes that we can arrange to hit the fairways together. Half the fun is just playing golf. ...
04.03.08

Ready, Set, Golf! Competitive Golf, Golf and Family, Golf and Friendship, Just golf
For lovers of golf, it is time to focus, to practice and to play as much golf as we can cram into our lives. My warm -up for my own season is fast approaching; four days of golf and trash talking with my brother, the likes of which I'm pretty sure Atlanta Country Club has never seen. As is often quoted, “there's no crying in baseball.” Well, as far as I know there are no umpires in golf. That hasn't stopped my brother from lining one up to referee our first match when we meet again ...
03.16.08

The Past Inspires Our Future Competitive Golf, Golf and the Emotions, Just golf
Perhaps the golf gods took pity on me, my having resorted to penning golf nursery rhymes and all. More accurately, I would guess, my golf drought was bound to come to an end, sooner or later. On a sunny but frigid afternoon, with silly golf ditties ringing in my head, I dejectedly left my office and headed to the golf course for a late afternoon walk with the dog. If I couldn't play golf at least I could walk the course, feel the grass beneath my feet and dream of warmer days to come. I didn't know just ...
03.05.08

A New Game of “Pick Up Sticks” Competitive Golf, Golf and Family, Golf and Friendship, Sibling Rivalry & Golf
All winter long there had been a nagging sound in the back of my brain, a nearly subconscious suggestion. A sort of chirp… no, maybe a squawk… I just couldn’t place it. It seemed to intensify after any conversation with my brother, who lives in the south, yet the source of it eluded me. And then one day it came to me – in an email - boldly scripted in black in white, the written words calling to mind an unmistakable sound. The text came alive even as I pictured my brother hunched over the keyboard pecking it ...
02.26.08

The Not So Simple (Golfing) Life Competitive Golf, Dennis Pines Golf
It seems like only a few days ago that the biggest discussion at Dennis Pines was where we'd meet on Friday nights now that the concession was closed for a few weeks. Things sure went from snug and cozy to wild and woolly pretty quickly; and I'm not talking about the weather. With spring just around the corner and the early advent of daylight savings time this year we're all ready to get out the sticks and hit the course. It's a pretty sure bet that now golf balls aren't the only thing that'll get whacked around. I ...