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Winter Golf
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05.23.10Getting Back in the GameIt seems almost like yesterday, but in actuality, it was nearly seven weeks ago on Easter Sunday, about as beautiful and mild an early April day that has ever graced the sandy peninsula I call home. I had sauntered down the fairway, inwardly waxing poetic about the course and the camaraderie, enjoying a most excellent foursome that happened to include one of Cape Cod’s premier amateur golfers. How blessed can one girl be, I wondered? We holed out the last putt on nine much too soon. Filled with highbrow thoughts of a new season, rebirth and the miracles of ...
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05.25.09The Freedom of the GameThe Memorial Day holiday means more to me than every other holiday wrapped up together. It is more scared than Easter; more blessed than Christmas; more important than any President’s Day and - forgive me, Mom, but I know you’ll understand – more emotional than Mother’s Day. I do not mean to subvert the importance of this day by tying it together with a silly blog post about golf. I need to make it clear that I feel it is because of this day that I have the opportunity to play golf. As much as we’d like it to ...
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03.10.09Extreme GolfI don't have to travel too far to play extreme golf these days. It's right down the street at my home course. Sure, the course is open most days, but with weather just above freezing and that ever present north wind, it still takes a leap of faith to get out to play eighteen holes. A few of my friends have braved the links a couple of times lately; me, I'm still huddled in front of the fireplace, reading golf magazines. The good part is, I haven't missed a putt or dumped a chip. If braving late winter weather to ...
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02.25.09There’s a Spring in My Step at the Golf CourseFinally, there is light at the end of the tunnel. Really. I know this because the days of having my breakfast coffee in the pitch black are behind me for the season. The sun is actually peeking over the horizon even before the dog wakes up, and it stays light enough in the afternoon to take a half way decent walk in the afternoon. Yesterday, I pulled on my mud boots and headed to the golf course, to the absolute delight of the dog. Continue Reading...
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02.16.09A Golfer’s MirageAfter weeks lying dormant as a frozen wasteland, and hopes that the course might open the week before dashed by a surprise blanket of snow, the golf course opened Friday. The last vestiges of ice and snow washed away by the rain that followed the storm, golfers flocked to the course, drawn like dying men in the desert to a shimmering mirage. Sure, the sun was shining, but a wicked wind blew from the north. From the inside looking out, the day looked bright and beautiful but it was only an illusion. Still, they came to play a round, hit some ...
