It is good to start the golf season. I have played five rounds on mostly dormant grass , but it's greening up the last few days.
I played nine holes on some greener grass just yesterday , while a spring squall came down from the peaks on the horizon. No better time of year to be alive. The promise of a new season. Surely ; the ball will fly longer and straighter as we put all those magazine "lessons" to work. We will pursue the game with a new energy , borne from new-age stretching routines designed to add youth to our aging bodies. Our course management skills will take on Nicklausian dimensions , as we navigate the course with senses keen. Tireless work with the putter across that bare carpet in the basement will bring forth a new day , as those raw early season greens give way to our magic wands. Driver swings will possess astonishing power and accuracy , as we realize the potential buried beneath those heavy shouldered lurches of the past.
Yes........it's a new season. The irons are cleaned and buffed to that lusterous dull sheen that only a golf club can attain. The shoes are cleaned and polished for their journey into a new golf day. The golf bag is emptied of last year's detritous . Broken tees , dog-earred scorecards , and twelve dollars and seventy five cents worth of quarters will join the flotsom of stale health bars exiled from beneath that hastily stuffed rainsuit. Those ten year old topflites , found in the dusty bushes of the past season , are consigned to oblivion in that old box of balls you keep tripping over , where they will languish forever alongside ancient balatas and those , still new , orange Spauldings that your mother got you sometime in the late eighties. Shiney new orbs will take their place for the new campaign. A Christmas box of Pro- V's will provide the ammunition for coming battles. Only the best for this shiney new warrior.
A new season...a new game.......at least for a week or two before it all goes awry.
