Wednesday 27 April 2016
Alexander Toth Golf - The Home Of Organic Golf Reviews: Spring Sprang
Alexander Toth Golf - The Home Of Organic Golf Reviews: Spring Sprang: Before I really get into writing this piece I have to say that I'm not even certain that sprang is even a word as seen in the title. Act...
Spring Sprang
Before I really get into writing this piece I have to say that I'm not even certain that sprang is even a word as seen in the title. Actually, I'm quite certain that it isn't. So if by some sort of wild fluke that my former Grade 13 English teacher is reading this (which I guarantee that he isn't) I apologize Mr. MacKay.
Like life spring is very much eternal. Much like the sun setting at night and rising the following day Spring is a certain inevitability. For some very fortunate folks, in their parts of the world they see colours that are always green, lush, tropical and/or in bloom. For others, they have have to wait a little bit longer. Like those souls that live in the true northern climes like the Northwest Territories of Canada. But for them too, spring arrives as the "Mountain Avens" bloom. I just drove home along the Niagara Parkway here in Niagara Falls and year after year the roadway is a ribbon of Tulips and Daffodils that the Niagara Parks Commission plants to welcome the throngs of tourists. Another true sign of spring.
As much as I would like to go on about flowers I won't. After all this is a golf blog and not a blog for botanists. As many of you might know I took on a new position at a "new to me" golf course. I am the new Director of Golf Services at Port Colborne Country Club in Port Colborne, Ontario and I really should apologize for the length of time in between entries. I am loving this challenge very much and since starting there March 15th I have seen change at the course. From the brown dormancy of near death through Mid-March and early April to the green splendor that the course is quickly evolving into before my very eyes. Like the tulips this too is a sign of spring. Last Sunday was our opening day which followed a course clean-up by a crew of volunteers that consisted of some of our membership. But the buzz that day was terrific. In a way, it really felt sort of electric as members came in one by one to drop off their golf bags into our bag storage. It really was hard to believe that a day or two prior we had endured a 3" snowfall. But then the next day happened and we opened which was very busy and at times hectic. It was like another sign of spring arriving as golfers "migrated" back to the golf course. Our open that day was a "trial by fire" and for all intents and purposes it went real smooth considering the issues with GolfNow. That day most certainly was electric as there was a definite buzz in the air. What a great vibe!!
My excitement for what will come this season is growing as I am watching our course change every time I go out there. Evolving and ever changing. From slogging through the fairways and rough to hearing and seeing the change in our greens daily. On April 15th the greens were soft, slow and wet to the current where they are firming up and getting a hair quicker. Reports coming in by members and guests alike on our conditions is fantastic and the greens haven't even been rolled yet. They are however, getting cut every other day. It's just so fun watching the green landscape evolve and hearing the voices of golfers carry throughout the grounds. I love what I do. There is no doubt, judging by the golfers milling around and the sound of balls being struck on the first tee that spring HAS sprang.
Until the next tee.
Like life spring is very much eternal. Much like the sun setting at night and rising the following day Spring is a certain inevitability. For some very fortunate folks, in their parts of the world they see colours that are always green, lush, tropical and/or in bloom. For others, they have have to wait a little bit longer. Like those souls that live in the true northern climes like the Northwest Territories of Canada. But for them too, spring arrives as the "Mountain Avens" bloom. I just drove home along the Niagara Parkway here in Niagara Falls and year after year the roadway is a ribbon of Tulips and Daffodils that the Niagara Parks Commission plants to welcome the throngs of tourists. Another true sign of spring.
As much as I would like to go on about flowers I won't. After all this is a golf blog and not a blog for botanists. As many of you might know I took on a new position at a "new to me" golf course. I am the new Director of Golf Services at Port Colborne Country Club in Port Colborne, Ontario and I really should apologize for the length of time in between entries. I am loving this challenge very much and since starting there March 15th I have seen change at the course. From the brown dormancy of near death through Mid-March and early April to the green splendor that the course is quickly evolving into before my very eyes. Like the tulips this too is a sign of spring. Last Sunday was our opening day which followed a course clean-up by a crew of volunteers that consisted of some of our membership. But the buzz that day was terrific. In a way, it really felt sort of electric as members came in one by one to drop off their golf bags into our bag storage. It really was hard to believe that a day or two prior we had endured a 3" snowfall. But then the next day happened and we opened which was very busy and at times hectic. It was like another sign of spring arriving as golfers "migrated" back to the golf course. Our open that day was a "trial by fire" and for all intents and purposes it went real smooth considering the issues with GolfNow. That day most certainly was electric as there was a definite buzz in the air. What a great vibe!!
My excitement for what will come this season is growing as I am watching our course change every time I go out there. Evolving and ever changing. From slogging through the fairways and rough to hearing and seeing the change in our greens daily. On April 15th the greens were soft, slow and wet to the current where they are firming up and getting a hair quicker. Reports coming in by members and guests alike on our conditions is fantastic and the greens haven't even been rolled yet. They are however, getting cut every other day. It's just so fun watching the green landscape evolve and hearing the voices of golfers carry throughout the grounds. I love what I do. There is no doubt, judging by the golfers milling around and the sound of balls being struck on the first tee that spring HAS sprang.
The sun setting on the 13th at Port Colborne Country Club
Until the next tee.
Sunday 10 April 2016
Masterful
Snow. I know that snow has been a recurring theme lately. But every time that I go to write it snows I am in my newly claimed "office/golf room" that I've waited some 4 years to have and now it is slowly becoming a reality. Sure it needs a little decorating but it's a nice little haven for me away from other areas of the house. A perfect setting for writing. As I gaze around I see my staff bag, my new Titleist (Canada) stand bag, a pin flag/scorecard from Harbour Town Golf Links when I played at the home of the PGA Tour RBC Heritage Classic. Last but not least there is my Big Moss Augusta putting mat where I can work on my stroke using Train Your Aim, Eyeline Golf, HoleOut Pro and/or Spakesology. Speaking of Augusta... wasn't thee a little tournament down in Augusta, Georgia?
The Masters really did se some exciting times. There was no shortage of drama, tough conditions and magic. Looking back on the last 4 days there were so many highlights that it makes it real tough to pick out a few and focus writing this editorial on them. So where does one begin? We could actually go back to the Par 3 Contest held on Wednesday that was eventually won by Jimmy Walker by scoring a 19 on the 9 hole course. Really? A 19 that was actually backed by an Ace and a score that as good as it was never rivaled the score of deceased North Korean dictator Kim Jung-Il (-38). Aces were wild and aplenty that day as Rickie Fowler and Justin Thomas both aced the same hole playing in the same group. Aces were also had by Webb Simpson, Zach Johnson, Smylie Kaufman, Andy Sullivan, David Lingmerth and 80 year-old Hall of Famer Gary Player. A total of 9 Aces were recorded and that would be the beginning of the fun.
As the first round was played there were some terrific scores posted but none were better than defending champion Jordan Spieth. When Jordan Spieth went -6 after the first round all that I could think of was :here we go again". However, the second round on "Cut Day" the conditions were tough as the winds howled and the field felt it's wrath. As Spieth continued to lead the course aided by the wind kissed many notables "good riddance".as players like Fowler, Phil Mickelson, Zach Johnson, Jason Dufner, Graeme McDowell, and Branden Grace bid Augusta National adieu for another year. Also not making the cut was Hall of Famer Tom Watson whom played his last competitive round in Augusta. Thanks for the memories Mr. Watson. For the record, I had selected 4 of these players in a Masters pool. Oops!
"Moving Day". If one thing sums up Moving Day I guess it felt a little bit like "Back to the Future" as "Father Time"turned the clocks back... to around 1985. In a field that was dominated by "twenty somethings"it was a former champion that would steal the headlines/ Germany's Bernhard Langer won The Masters in 1985. In a move that nary a few would have ever imagined the timeless 58 year-old Langer would play cold and steely finding his way not only onto the first page of the leaderboard but teeing off real late Sunday. I am certain that I was one of the many that was pulling for Langer to work some "Masters Magic". Unfortunately it wouldn't be the case.
Sunday would prove to be a mix of magic, wonder and "shock and awe". There's a term that I haven't used in some time. As the name Langer quietly went away there were a few names emerging and catching our attention. Almost forgotten about, Dustin Johnson was lurking and so to were the likes of Paul Casey, Lee Westwood, J.B. Holmes (whom I nearly forgot was even playing), Hideki Matsuyama and Englishman Danny Willett. For the first time in history a defending Masters champion lead from wire to wire te year he won and then the following year thru 54 holes. just an absolute testament to Spieth. I admit that I thought Spieth had everything in hand and he was sort of cruising along at -5. In fact, I was pretty sure that he would win that I walked the dog, did the dishes and then made dinner. but then something magical happened in "Amen Corner". In fact the Par 3 12th Hole named "Golden Bell".happened. Now when I used the term magic earlier usually magic implies a really good thing. Sometimes however, magic can be "black" and bad things happen. This is exactly what happened to Spieth on the 12th. "Black Magic". Without reliving his misery I wouldn't be a good writer if I failed to mention that his the shot ended up in the water and then consequently his shot following the drop. Legend Jack Nicklaus once said that the 12th at Augusta National is "the most dangerous Par 3 in the game".
Out of the darkness can come some light though. Getting back to Spieth (and I apologize if this editorial seems to be more about Spieth than Willett's victory). So much can and has to be said of the events leading to tonight. No matter how analysts and pundits alike will dissect what happened to Spieth there is one thing that can be said. If there is a golfer on the PGA Tour that exemplifies class and grace in defeat it would be Spieth. There is no doubt that this "whatever it was" will sting and hurt Spieth for some time. But the way that he handled himself afterwards truly makes him a champion. For those currently on tour or kids coming out of college turning professional. If you want to see and learn how to conduct yourselves than please do golf a favour and look at Jordan. No nonsense.. no tirades just a matter of fact respectful kid.
The Masters really did se some exciting times. There was no shortage of drama, tough conditions and magic. Looking back on the last 4 days there were so many highlights that it makes it real tough to pick out a few and focus writing this editorial on them. So where does one begin? We could actually go back to the Par 3 Contest held on Wednesday that was eventually won by Jimmy Walker by scoring a 19 on the 9 hole course. Really? A 19 that was actually backed by an Ace and a score that as good as it was never rivaled the score of deceased North Korean dictator Kim Jung-Il (-38). Aces were wild and aplenty that day as Rickie Fowler and Justin Thomas both aced the same hole playing in the same group. Aces were also had by Webb Simpson, Zach Johnson, Smylie Kaufman, Andy Sullivan, David Lingmerth and 80 year-old Hall of Famer Gary Player. A total of 9 Aces were recorded and that would be the beginning of the fun.
As the first round was played there were some terrific scores posted but none were better than defending champion Jordan Spieth. When Jordan Spieth went -6 after the first round all that I could think of was :here we go again". However, the second round on "Cut Day" the conditions were tough as the winds howled and the field felt it's wrath. As Spieth continued to lead the course aided by the wind kissed many notables "good riddance".as players like Fowler, Phil Mickelson, Zach Johnson, Jason Dufner, Graeme McDowell, and Branden Grace bid Augusta National adieu for another year. Also not making the cut was Hall of Famer Tom Watson whom played his last competitive round in Augusta. Thanks for the memories Mr. Watson. For the record, I had selected 4 of these players in a Masters pool. Oops!
"Moving Day". If one thing sums up Moving Day I guess it felt a little bit like "Back to the Future" as "Father Time"turned the clocks back... to around 1985. In a field that was dominated by "twenty somethings"it was a former champion that would steal the headlines/ Germany's Bernhard Langer won The Masters in 1985. In a move that nary a few would have ever imagined the timeless 58 year-old Langer would play cold and steely finding his way not only onto the first page of the leaderboard but teeing off real late Sunday. I am certain that I was one of the many that was pulling for Langer to work some "Masters Magic". Unfortunately it wouldn't be the case.
Photo Credit: pgatour.com
Photo Credit: espn.com
Spieth's quadruple bogey saw a 3 shot lead seemingly disappear into a 1 shot lead for the aforementioned Willett. In what many describe as a meltdown for Spieth it shows that these things can happen to the best in the world. Many will say for the ages that Willett never won the 2016 Masters but more like Spieth lost it. The fact is that Willett played a Bogey-free round of golf Sunday. He showed good length off of the tee using his Callaway Golf XR16 driver and his game was really sound on the Sunday at The Masters en route to a 67. Firing a 67 and staying around all weekend was plenty good enough to win. In my opinion, as much as adjectives like meltdown and collapse are going to be thrown around the fact remains that the 28 year-old Willett played a great round of golf and very much deserved the win. For those that are unaware of Willett, he has played great golf on the European Tour with a few victories along the way.
Photo Credit: Getty Images
Monday 4 April 2016
A Major Ends and Another Begins
Does anything say Major season like -10*C weather and a blanket of fresh snow? Usually not, but it was an easy winter here in Niagara Falls, Ontario and I guess "Ma" Nature had to give us a little reminder of what was supposed to be. What a strange beginning to the spring eh?! But like the saying goes "In like a lion, out like a lamb". Fortunately, some places aren't experiencing this weather and it makes us think of the finer things in life. Things like the colours "green and yellow", Pimento and Cheese Sandwiches, Azaleas and the roars of the patrons at Augusta National. For those on the planet that watch, play and consume golf... everybody and their "collective uncles" knows that it is now Masters week. Before the first ball is struck during the Ceremonial Tee Shot on Thursday morning we have to look a little bit at the happenings in the last 24 hours... or so.
As The Masters is getting set to tee off, this past weekend saw the first Major of the LPGA season. The ANA Inspiration was contested at Mission Hills Golf Club in Rancho Mirage, California. Even though the LPGA Major Championships don't draw or seem to garner the attention that the men do, this tournament was every bit as entertaining and dramatic as any other Major played over the test of time. Starting with the first day it was Japan's Ai Miyazoto and Spain's Azahara Munoz that set the pace by firing respective 67's. More often than not however, we see those that set the pace with a blistering score come back to reality. Munoz would fire a 78 while Miyazoto would fire a 70 and the two ladies were slowly coming back to the field. Emerging from the pack like the Tour de France would be the likes of American Lexi Thompson, Britain's Charley Hull, Korea's stalwart Inbee Park, Thailand's Ariya Jutanugarn and New Zealander World #1 Lydia Ko. I had so much fun watching the girls play down the stretch from the comfort of my bed. But as much as Ko hung around all weekend it's tough not to look at the demise of Jutanugarn. I am certain that nerves entered into the equation as she would bogey the final three holes. Ultimately, it would be her low snap hook on the 18th tee that summed up the prior two holes. As someone who has this affliction, tight arms and hands usually is the root cause of this miss... thus I figure it was nerves and tension. Lydia Ko on the other hand was silky smooth coming down the stretch. At times, it's extremely tough to look at the phenom as a teenager and not a savvy veteran of fifteen years. If there were detractors (and there are) of David Leadbetter's "A Swing" changes that he made with her they can all stop now or at least they should. Her swing was as steady as they get and her approach into 18 was beautiful. Apparently, the swing changes that he made with Ko hold up under pressure. So Ko and her entourage took the traditional leap into Poppie's Pond.
Meanwhile, in Humble, Texas drama and destiny was being made. Sunday at the Shell Houston Open was magical. No there wasn't a dramatic hole out from an impossible position to win. No there wasn't a questionable ruling called in by a fan. What those of us were privy to by watching was the fulfillment of destiny and the end of a long journey (and consequently the beginning of a new journey). What could be said of journeyman Jim Herman? The 38 year-old American has toiled on the Mini-Tours which contrary to popular is really no "bowl of cherries". Herman has played as a professional for 16 years and while playing a lot on the Web.com Tour the Ohio native had "cups of coffee" on the PGA Tour since 2011. But his tenacity and perseverance paid off. I said in an editorial written Saturday night that I was pulling for him to win. Because with a week of magic in store this week in Augusta it would have been nice to see a great story emerge leading into the week. Much to my delight and no doubt Herman himself, his family, caddie and friends a story right from Hollywood happened. The first thing that I thought watching yesterday afternoon was that it felt a little bit like "Tin Cup". Herman trailed the likes of Russell Henley and Henrik Stenson but Herman wouldn't go away. I was sitting here watching thinking to myself "Herman... that son of a gun IS going to win".Admittedly, there was a period of time that I wasn't watching because my dog needed to go for a walk. But I came back home from the walk, walked through the door and I looked at the television and there was his name atop the leaderboard. It's now the 18th Hole and I said to my son... "smart golf and par wins". So as we now know a green hit and two putts later Herman punched his ticket to Magnolia Lane. Was it coincidence that he happened to be wearing Mint Green? Overcome by tears of joy afterwards it was the realization for Jim Herman that a dream had come true. I cannot tell you how happy I was for him and there is a lesson here kids... hard work and never giving up pays (just like you taught me mom and dad). Magic... absolute magic. What a lead-in heading into The Masters.
Until the next tee.
Photo Credit: newsweek.com
As The Masters is getting set to tee off, this past weekend saw the first Major of the LPGA season. The ANA Inspiration was contested at Mission Hills Golf Club in Rancho Mirage, California. Even though the LPGA Major Championships don't draw or seem to garner the attention that the men do, this tournament was every bit as entertaining and dramatic as any other Major played over the test of time. Starting with the first day it was Japan's Ai Miyazoto and Spain's Azahara Munoz that set the pace by firing respective 67's. More often than not however, we see those that set the pace with a blistering score come back to reality. Munoz would fire a 78 while Miyazoto would fire a 70 and the two ladies were slowly coming back to the field. Emerging from the pack like the Tour de France would be the likes of American Lexi Thompson, Britain's Charley Hull, Korea's stalwart Inbee Park, Thailand's Ariya Jutanugarn and New Zealander World #1 Lydia Ko. I had so much fun watching the girls play down the stretch from the comfort of my bed. But as much as Ko hung around all weekend it's tough not to look at the demise of Jutanugarn. I am certain that nerves entered into the equation as she would bogey the final three holes. Ultimately, it would be her low snap hook on the 18th tee that summed up the prior two holes. As someone who has this affliction, tight arms and hands usually is the root cause of this miss... thus I figure it was nerves and tension. Lydia Ko on the other hand was silky smooth coming down the stretch. At times, it's extremely tough to look at the phenom as a teenager and not a savvy veteran of fifteen years. If there were detractors (and there are) of David Leadbetter's "A Swing" changes that he made with her they can all stop now or at least they should. Her swing was as steady as they get and her approach into 18 was beautiful. Apparently, the swing changes that he made with Ko hold up under pressure. So Ko and her entourage took the traditional leap into Poppie's Pond.
Photo Credit: espn.go.com
Meanwhile, in Humble, Texas drama and destiny was being made. Sunday at the Shell Houston Open was magical. No there wasn't a dramatic hole out from an impossible position to win. No there wasn't a questionable ruling called in by a fan. What those of us were privy to by watching was the fulfillment of destiny and the end of a long journey (and consequently the beginning of a new journey). What could be said of journeyman Jim Herman? The 38 year-old American has toiled on the Mini-Tours which contrary to popular is really no "bowl of cherries". Herman has played as a professional for 16 years and while playing a lot on the Web.com Tour the Ohio native had "cups of coffee" on the PGA Tour since 2011. But his tenacity and perseverance paid off. I said in an editorial written Saturday night that I was pulling for him to win. Because with a week of magic in store this week in Augusta it would have been nice to see a great story emerge leading into the week. Much to my delight and no doubt Herman himself, his family, caddie and friends a story right from Hollywood happened. The first thing that I thought watching yesterday afternoon was that it felt a little bit like "Tin Cup". Herman trailed the likes of Russell Henley and Henrik Stenson but Herman wouldn't go away. I was sitting here watching thinking to myself "Herman... that son of a gun IS going to win".Admittedly, there was a period of time that I wasn't watching because my dog needed to go for a walk. But I came back home from the walk, walked through the door and I looked at the television and there was his name atop the leaderboard. It's now the 18th Hole and I said to my son... "smart golf and par wins". So as we now know a green hit and two putts later Herman punched his ticket to Magnolia Lane. Was it coincidence that he happened to be wearing Mint Green? Overcome by tears of joy afterwards it was the realization for Jim Herman that a dream had come true. I cannot tell you how happy I was for him and there is a lesson here kids... hard work and never giving up pays (just like you taught me mom and dad). Magic... absolute magic. What a lead-in heading into The Masters.
Photo Credit: golfchannel.com
Until the next tee.
Sunday 3 April 2016
A Magical Time
As the snow falls outside of my window I am sitting here in my recliner sipping on a specialty coffee brewed from my Keurig. My aging laptop in my lap and my trusty Labrador Retriever (Muskoka) at my feet.. My fingers are sort of droning away as I gather my thoughts. It's been a busy time for me and I haven't posted an entry in what feels like a really long time. It's been a busy time for me as of late mostly because I started a new position at a course that has been around a long time. Last month, I was named the Director of Golf Services at the 87 year old Port Colborne Country Club in Wainfleet, Ontario where I was raised until I went out to live on my own. It's felt like a homecoming of sorts. The course is historic and speaking of historic it's finally upon us. That magical time of the year... "Masters Week" where again history will be made.
I actually love watching the PGA Tour the week before and I think it's for a couple of reasons. The first reason is because of the venue at the Shell Houston Open. The Golf Club of Houston reminds me of Augusta National in a number of ways. Are there Magnolias and Azaleas in abundance? I'm not totally sure to be honest because I don't really pay that much attention to the grounds atthe Humble, Texas facility. But regardless, there is something about the 2003 design by Rees Jones that is eerily reminiscent of the course in Augusta, Georgia. Perhaps, it's the Cypress, Oak and Pine trees that majestically line the fairways around the property. The second reason why I like this tournament so much is because players that haven't qualified yet for The Masters have a chance to get into the years first Major and have a chance at their time to make history. At the moment atop the leaderboard sits Jamie Lovemark and 38 year-old Jim Herman. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't pulling for Herman. If Herman was to hold off the other competitors that would quite simply begin the start of a magical time.
There are so many other story lines that are going to evolve over the next few days. Intriguing story lines that just might create a little magic on their own. I admit that I wasn't going to watch The Masters this year because of personal reasons. I guess I should elaborate on this. I entered the lottery last year for tickets. While I wasn't really wanting tournament tickets I was really hoping to get my hands on practice round tickets. Well as it turns out i got my wish. Making a long story short I went to pay for my tickets as time was winding down and my payment wouldn't go through. When I finally got through to someone down in Augusta it was explained to me that the address didn't match my card. I scratched my head and there it was... my house number is 4434 and for some inexplicable reason they had 4434-4434 so... I lost my allotment. I was really bummed out and I wasn't going to watch because every time that I would see the grounds I would most likely go into a bit of a depression (I'm not being melodramatic either). But, thanks to my parents I am a believer in everything happening for a reason. Sometimes it's a positive thing and sometimes what happens really sucks. Little did I know I would get the job that I now have and I wouldn't have been able to go regardless. I know in my heart of hearts that I would have tuned into the coverage anyways. I'm passionate about the game and what kind of golf blogger would I be if I didn't write on The Masters? A real lousy one that is immature... that's what kind. This week will be magic.
Until the next tee.
I actually love watching the PGA Tour the week before and I think it's for a couple of reasons. The first reason is because of the venue at the Shell Houston Open. The Golf Club of Houston reminds me of Augusta National in a number of ways. Are there Magnolias and Azaleas in abundance? I'm not totally sure to be honest because I don't really pay that much attention to the grounds atthe Humble, Texas facility. But regardless, there is something about the 2003 design by Rees Jones that is eerily reminiscent of the course in Augusta, Georgia. Perhaps, it's the Cypress, Oak and Pine trees that majestically line the fairways around the property. The second reason why I like this tournament so much is because players that haven't qualified yet for The Masters have a chance to get into the years first Major and have a chance at their time to make history. At the moment atop the leaderboard sits Jamie Lovemark and 38 year-old Jim Herman. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't pulling for Herman. If Herman was to hold off the other competitors that would quite simply begin the start of a magical time.
There are so many other story lines that are going to evolve over the next few days. Intriguing story lines that just might create a little magic on their own. I admit that I wasn't going to watch The Masters this year because of personal reasons. I guess I should elaborate on this. I entered the lottery last year for tickets. While I wasn't really wanting tournament tickets I was really hoping to get my hands on practice round tickets. Well as it turns out i got my wish. Making a long story short I went to pay for my tickets as time was winding down and my payment wouldn't go through. When I finally got through to someone down in Augusta it was explained to me that the address didn't match my card. I scratched my head and there it was... my house number is 4434 and for some inexplicable reason they had 4434-4434 so... I lost my allotment. I was really bummed out and I wasn't going to watch because every time that I would see the grounds I would most likely go into a bit of a depression (I'm not being melodramatic either). But, thanks to my parents I am a believer in everything happening for a reason. Sometimes it's a positive thing and sometimes what happens really sucks. Little did I know I would get the job that I now have and I wouldn't have been able to go regardless. I know in my heart of hearts that I would have tuned into the coverage anyways. I'm passionate about the game and what kind of golf blogger would I be if I didn't write on The Masters? A real lousy one that is immature... that's what kind. This week will be magic.
Until the next tee.
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