For the first time in my life, I started my golf season in New England in March. I went to Waverly Oaks in Plymouth, which is one of my favorite courses. The fairways were soft and the greens bumpy, and I haven’t touched a club since October 13, 2007. We got lost on the way, so we had only 5 minutes to warm up on the range and no time on the putting green. It was 41 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s officially “cold” for our Celsius friends. I shot an 89 (46-43), which matches my best score all of last year and it only one stroke away from my best ever. My playing partners did nearly as well.
We all decided to burn our clubs and retire as things can only go downhill from here.