Bob, two other friends and I were on the 18th hole of the Blue Course at Bethpage State Park. Bob had a difficult 50-yard approach shot up a hill and over a very steep greenside bunker. But Bob has a great short game. Confidently, he looked up at the green, then back at the ball. Again, up at the green, back at the ball. Then one last time up at the green, and there it was…
A car! And no small Toyota or Honda – it was a huge 1970s Impala, or something like that. And it was coming over the hill and down the cart path straight at Bob.
It all happened so fast. […]
It was a pretty big golf story so I’m guessing you heard about it: after marking her ball, Thompson replaced it in a different spot. The LPGA was alerted to the infraction by a TV viewer a day after it happened. LPGA Rules Officials reviewed the video tape and ended up assessing a heavy penalty which cost Thompson the coveted championship.
I was at the course when the news broke. Fans were outraged at LPGA Rules officials. People were screaming, “They screwed her,” and “They stole this from her!” Given their reaction, I wondered if Thompson had replaced her ball just a blade of grass from the correct spot and some viewer, some trigonometry buff using signs and cosigns, had calculated a 1/100th of an inch breach.
As Warner Wolf used to say… let’s go to […]
Throughout my childhood, playing and watching sports was the way I connected with my dad. Maybe that’s why all 50 times I’ve watched the last scene of Field of Dreams, I’ve cried when Kevin Costner says “Hey dad, want to have a catch?”
When I was six years old – this is 1963 — I asked my dad why we rooted for the Mets instead of the Yankees. The Mets were abysmal while the Yankees were a legend, and it seemed everyone else rooted for the “right” team. How could we be so wrong? My father’s answer: “Because, dear, we root for the underdogs.”
Look, there’s nothing wrong with rooting for winners… if the Mets ever became perennial winners, I’d be ecstatic. But there’s something special about […]
Rebecca said, “Do you want to go to San Diego to play one of your bucket list courses, Torrey Pines?” Actually, what she said was, “I have a conference in San Diego.” Interesting how my hearing can do that sometimes.
So, off to San Diego I went to play Torrey… er, I mean keep Rebecca company on her trip. Unbelievably, her conference was at the Hilton La Jolla Torrey Pines! Helloooooo serendipity.
I played 5 rounds in 3 days and it was even more beautiful than I’d dreamed: the Pacific Ocean, seaside cliffs and most of all, the pines. Torrey Pines are the rarest pine […]
This is the second blog in a series of four about playing all my top Bucket List courses in 2015.
The Dinah Shore Course at Mission Hills, Palm Springs, CA.
I don’t know if there’s a golf tournament I love as much as the LPGA ANA Inspiration, once known as the Kraft Nabisco Championship, once known as the Nabisco Dinah Shore, once known as, well, many other names. But it’ll always be The Dinah to me.
Oh wait, it has one other name. About 25 years ago some entrepreneurs created an annual lesbian weekend extravaganza in Palm Springs to coincide with the tournament. Every year, tens of thousands of lesbians attend pool parties, events and shows during The Dinah weekend. So, many attendees know it by its nickname: The Vagina Shore.
Younger people may know about the tournament, but not so much about […]
In a bizarre coincidence, I played all four of my top Bucket List courses in 2015. This is Part 3 in the series “I’m Not Kicking the Bucket Bucket List.”
Sandra and I roomed together. Remember The Odd Couple? She would spend 20 minutes doing her hair, I’d put on a baseball cap. She would try on three different outfits, I’d remember to wear a belt. She showered before AND after golf. Are you kidding me?
Sandra was the best roommate, I was the worst. On the first day of our 5-day trip, I pulled out my back. And if enduring back pain […]
It’s like loving outer space and being chosen to fly in a rocket ship to Mars.
It’s like being a hiker and reaching the top of Mount Everest.
It’s like winning the Super Bowl – not as a fan, AS THE QUARTERBACK!
If you’ve read my other blog posts, you know my dad taught me that “It’s not if you win or lose, it’s how you play the game.” In fact, that was the sports mantra of my youth. But when Vince Lombardi said, “Winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing,” sportsmanship took a backseat.
I just played in one of the most enjoyable, competitive matches of my life because sportsmanship came first. And generosity of spirit was a close second.
It was during a 4-day, 6-round “Ryder Cup” type tournament with 16 very competitive friends – 8 per team. In the final day’s singles match, I drew a woman whose nickname is Patti “Putts”. Yup, she’s such a good putter that her nickname is “Putts”. I have the same nickname…mine is spelled with a Z.
I usually start out a match by […]
TIMING – CHECK! The first thing this perfect day needed was a canceled trip. My friend Anne Marie was supposed to go to Georgia but her trip got canceled at the last minute. So, on the spur of the moment, she needed 3 friends who were available to play in her club’s Member-Guest. HA! I’m ALWAYS available!
COURSE – CHECK! When I first moved to PA, I was given a list of “Must Play” courses in the area and Lookaway Golf Club was on the top of that list. It lives up to the hype.
BEETHOVEN, MOZART AND BACH – CHECK! When it comes to classical music, I don’t know my ass from my elbow. Er, make that, I don’t know my bassoon from […]
First, the trip had adventure. Remember Hurricane Matthew? It was landing on the east coast of Florida the same day I was landing on the west coast. I toyed with not going, but I figured I’d let the plane decide for me – if it was going, I was going. So when the plane took off, I was on it. I’ve never flown INTO a hurricane before, but fortunately Matthew left us alone.
Then there’s Trenton airport – my favorite! It’s so small, I literally (and I use the word literally, literally) parked 40 yards from the terminal – I lasered it with my range finder. And on both flights no one sat in […]