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Bah Om

It’s coming on Christmas and I’ve been working like one of Santa’s elves: shopping, baking, wrapping, cleaning, baking, cooking, wrapping….you get the picture. I do the big dinner and spread every year. But I busted all records Saturday just so I could play golf Sunday. It was great! Golf the Sunday before Christmas. I shot a 46 on the front 9, not bad for a lady with no distance. We were at 42 degrees, definitely fleece weather. The sun was shining and highlighted the delicate natural beauty of the winter golf scape. While some hazards become more challenging — hardpan sand traps; others less so — bare trees. The low sun makes balls extremely difficult to see, but lends an eerie crystal light that sharpens every edge in this icy atmosphere. How perfect to find the mental mind set, almost meditative, void of noise and vivid color.
The lack of company, because for most golf is a fair weather game, accentuates the calm quiet. This lady thrives on empty courses. Bah humbug! to the cold when the stroke is there. Defining every shot, decisive and confident. It is transcending to play in this arena. This is not the climate for everyone and I hesitate to recommend it to the masses as I enjoy the solitude. The cold may be a fierce-some deterrent to some, but from setup to execution, it works for me.
Even more so, there is a real need to find peace this season. I used to love to take a hike in the woods several times each year, particularly the winter. Kind of a reset for the psyche. It is my way to center myself in the universe again, especially when it seems terribly wonky. A focused walk on a beautiful golf landscape, with heightened concentration on good play, fills me with humility and gratitude as well.  How fortunate am I to have this fabulous day. To find myself in harmony in the midst of so much chaos. This is a way that life is good. To play golf, and to play well, two days before Christmas, is all a golf slut could ask for.
Soon enough, I enter again into Christmas madness, grateful to to be able to share the spirit with family and friends. How grand to navigate the rest of the way holding onto a little bit of my Christmas golfing zen. (12/23/12)

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It’s OK to be “Out of Bounds”

If you are going to play a lot of golf, you need a funds source for greens fees. I combine my love for horse racing with a horse playing hobby and generate these funds by winning more often than not. I do not make tons of money. But, from a few hundred dollars wagered on the Triple Crown races and then subsequent days at the track, I make enough to keep me in tee times.

I was especially excited today when reviewing the schedule for the Kentucky Derby Futures Bets. Not so much to plan a wager, as to start to become familiar with this spring’s real contenders. Behold a video replay of the Shams Stakes run in Arcadia, California on January 7th. Check out 10/1 longshot, “Out of Bounds” in this small field one mile race:

All five horses are packed together, a microcosm of the Derby’s large field. This horse is hugging the rail. When he needs to make his move he wedges between his opponents, and completes the trifecta with the leaders. In the last three eighths, he turns it on and passes the favorite to win the race. These are all skills that will enhance a Derby contender’s chances of being in the money this spring.

I’ve spent over two years learning how to stay “in bounds”. Some of my best golf is still played from the rough, because I’ve had so much experience rescuing my balls from the tall grass. But after that look-see today, I say, “It’s OK to be “Out of Bounds”.

 

 

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How cold is too cold?

I haven’t been writing. I’ve been procrastinating by playing golf in very cold temperatures and then blaming that for not writing. Sometimes though, even for a golf slut, it is just too cold.

I live in Northern New Jersey and play in the North-West counties. We had winter for Halloween and since then it has been unseasonably warmish until this weekend. With some re-purposed ski clothing and some modern fleece it is possible to stay warm and flexible enough to survive 18 holes in the elements around here. A wool hat and a pair of inuslated golf gloves are a must. Stark landscape and quiet, uncrowded fairways make for a peaceful golfing experience. Forty degrees is about my comfort limit. Maybe a little colder if it is very sunny. But even then it can be too cold.

Even if the air is tolerable the ground may not be. If the ground is frozen, you will have to wait until frost is gone to play. Days are short enough in the winter, and a late start increases the likelihood of racing through the last few holes of the day as temperatures quickly drop. If the ground is frozen, there will be ice and it will be “cart path only” everywhere, exposing you to the North Wind and other inhospitable companions as you hike back and forth across the fairway to play your ball. If the ground is frozen, you will have to use shorter tees guaranteeing inconsistent placement and fat and topped shots all day long.

But worst of all, if the ground is frozen hard as a rock, the greens will be akin to concrete. I promise you that I will hit more GIR (greens in regulation), in other words play some really great golf, only to see my balls bounce 20 feet in the air and yards and yards away, some perhaps never to be seen or heard from again.

All things considered, that worst of all was the final deal breaker. It is the shaft that breaks my back and convinces me that I may just not enjoy myself on the golf course today. So, until temperatures temperate, this is where I’ll hibernate (whine). This is where I’ll play.

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