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Sibling Rivalry & Golf

10.12.08

On Carryovers and Hangovers on the Golf Course Competitive Golf, Golf and Family, Sibling Rivalry & Golf
The trouncing I’d taken from my brother during Master’s week down at the ACC was still stinging. I thought for sure that playing my home course would give me a distinct advantage in our next golf match, what with my brother’s tendency to swing hard and fast. The Pines is known for its long, tight fairways, often a difficult venue for golfers who refuse to club down. Unfortunately, my timing was off. In fact, everything was off. I’d love to blame my bleary headache and waves of wooziness on the late night family gathering of the previous ...
04.14.08

Not All The Golf Action Was In Augusta Competitive Golf, Golf and Family, Sibling Rivalry & Golf
My time in Atlanta was a mere four days but I enjoyed more sunshine and fresh air than I had in the last month and a half at home. Perfect weather combined with lots of golf, great company and dogwood and azaleas in full regalia. Truly heavenly. My get away was the perfect way to get a taste of spring, so illusive a season in my own neck of the woods. I couldn't have asked for anything better - except in terms of my golf game. Continue Reading...
04.09.08

Round One Competitive Golf, Golf and Family, Sibling Rivalry & Golf
I went to bed last night with my hand shaped into a big "L" resting on my weary brow, stuck there I think, by the pollen that coated myself, my clubs, my bag and everything that has been out of doors in Georgia this week. Yes, folks, history was been made in Georgia yesterday afternoon, and not on the fairways of Augusta; my brother scored a victory in our first blood match of the week. We will return to the fairways today to continue the battle. I have learned a few things about golf in Georgia this time of ...
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. ...
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 ...

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