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Norman Mailer On Golf

Yesterday I played in our regular skins game and had a round that was simultaneously one of my worst and one of my best. I started out with an encouraging birdie, and immediately followed that with two three putt bogies. … Continue reading

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My Reasons To Like Golf

After much head scratching, navel gazing, and creative napping I’ve come up with my reasons to like golf. These reasons apply solely to me. Any resemblance to the reasons of others is purely coincidental, although not necessarily impossible. I mentally … Continue reading

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Golf Follows Me

My relationship with golf has lasted longer than any other in my life. I started playing when I was 13 or 14, so I’ve played for at least 47 years. The closest competing relationship is my marriage, and it’s lasted … Continue reading

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A Hole Too Far

My round on Halloween was my last round for a while. I’ve been playing a lot for seven years or so, usually playing more than once a week. Miraculously, I haven’t been injured or sick for more than a few … Continue reading

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What’s Your Wampeter?

My regular golf buddies used to be guys I knew from work or school. I always had friends in high school and college that played golf, and it was easy to head out to the course after class, or cut … Continue reading

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Pull That Cart With Pride!

I was eating breakfast and idly watching Morning DriveĀ on the Golf Channel this morning when the subject of pull carts came up. It was the friendly banter before the break, but the theme of the comments was that they’d run … Continue reading

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How The Lizard Got His Name

Once upon a time there was a group of five merry golfers. Games of skins and wolf under the bright Texas sun filled their hearts with joy, and cries that cannot be repeated in polite company echoed across the rough … Continue reading

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