The Winter of My Discontent

The 11th hole at Augusta National Resembled a Ski Slope this Winter

Rarely do I just get the urge to pack up and leave my beloved Middle Atlantic.  Yet after years of offering me brief winter respites of golf. This off season was the worst on record.  I’m not sure that I even know how to effectively swing a golf club anymore, and that’s why I hate winter.  Granted, we don’t live in the coldest city in the world, but it sure felt like it this season.

But we weren’t alone, Florida was down right chilly and snow and ice storms blanketed the once salvageable Georgia and Alabama and even Texas winters.  Golf was in so much of a freeze,  It was enough to snow over golf’s beacon, Augusta National Golf Club in Augusta, Georgia.

Regardless of whether you agree with global warming, there is no denying that the reverse is actually happening.  I long for my Florida winters, where playing golf any week of the year was an acceptable activity. While I slowly work off the rust and hope to build a game again by the fall, I wonder if I’ll ever get any better.

Not being able to get my hacks in is like hell freezing over, and next winter, you might not find me in the same spot.  I can’t keep starting and stopping like this if I’m ever going to improve.

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