Kelley Brooke and The People’s Country Club
published by the LPGA WOMEN’S NETWORK
I hope you enjoyed my initial COVID piece, Golf in the Coronavirus Era. Now that we’ve been dealing with this for 5 months, I thought I’d share some follow-up COVID Golf thoughts.
First off, I discovered that my ears are small and sit high on my head. Who knew? Who cared? But “small” and “high” aren’t good qualities for ears when they’re being used to wear facemasks. Instead of covering my nose and mouth, facemasks cover my eyes. And my inadequately-sized ears are useless when it comes to keeping a facemask on my head!
Speaking of… here’s something we never used to see on golf courses – facemask litter. There’s no way I’m being the thoughtful player and picking them up – yuck!
While golf (or the lack thereof) is the least of anyone’s problems right now, golf is my therapy, my alone time, my passion, my gym. Of course, I could survive without it, but I’d be miserable. So, to all the golf courses that have remained open, having gone to great lengths to do so… THANK YOU!!! You are my lifeline to sanity.
Golf courses’ staff have been brilliant in how they’re keeping us (and themselves) safe. I can play a round of golf 100% socially-distanced.
I get to the pro shop and the door to it is kept wide open so I don’t have to touch the handle. There’s a notice that players line up 6 feet apart to pay, and we do. If I use a credit card, the pro, who’s wearing a facemask, gives […]
In 2010, I visited Lebanon, my ancestral homeland – where, shockingly, there’s a golf course! Who knew? I mean, Lebanon – it just doesn’t scream golf. It screams hummus and grape leaves, and maybe bombs, but golf?
But yes, indeed, in 1923 the Golf Club of Lebanon was opened right in the heart of Beirut, and I couldn’t resist playing it.
Just getting to the course was an adventure. The cab driver spoke very little English and while I know a lot of Arabic words, they’re almost all food and curses. But after a few animated swings and repeating the word “golf,” we made it to the course.
Was I expecting a beautiful masonry welcome gate here in Beirut? No. But I also wasn’t expecting the army check-point gate either… complete with a guard! The driver said something to the guard in Arabic (I’m […]
I got really lucky in the spouse department. Rebecca and I have been together 22 years. And although I tease her that they’ve been the best 6 years of my life, all 22 have been wonderful.
Rebecca’s not athletic – au contraire. Her favorite statement, which she says proudly, is “I don’t do anything with balls involved.” In fact, she’s so non-athletic she’s like Einstein’s “antimatter”. Antimatter isn’t the lack of matter, and it’s not a vacuum, it’s ANTI-matter. Rebecca isn’t just not an athlete, she’s the ANTI-athlete. Stand too close to her and you won’t be able to putt.
So what makes Rebecca the golfer’s perfect spouse? Simply put, she considers my passion for golf to be a good thing. I’ve heard other golfer’s spouses say “you’re addicted to golf” or “you’re obsessed […]
I finished the 15th hole of a course down in Florida this past Thanksgiving week and there were two maintenance workers working hard in the heat. I often say hello to maintenance workers. I’m sure they couldn’t care less about me, but they work really hard so I can have fun, and it just doesn’t feel right to walk by and ignore them. I assumed (correctly) that they were Hispanic and said, “Buenos días.” They smiled and responded, “Buenos días.”
While walking away I had an interesting thought: out of the 7.6 billion people in the world, the three of us took actions in our lives that brought us together to this exact same place at this exact same moment. But then I thought: we couldn’t have had more different paths.
I assume their original homeland didn’t have enough work for them to […]
There are few sports where honor plays as prominent a role as it does in golf. The reason? There aren’t any rules officials – we’re on our own to call rules infractions on ourselves. Even if we accidentally move our golf ball 1/16 of an inch, in the woods, 100 yards from our nearest competitor, we assess ourselves a penalty stroke. And while officials are made available at some tournaments, golfers still call infractions on themselves when officials aren’t present. This is why golf is known as a game of honor.
Compare this to other sports:
That’s how I feel on the golf course. Sometimes I look like someone who’s played golf before. I’m not a great player, but it’s clear I’ve played before.
But then this BI&T$#CH “cousin” Cathy shows up – unwelcomed, uninvited and possibly high on drugs – and takes over my golf game. She can’t even hold a club properly. Her takeaway is bad, she has no follow-through, and she can’t chip or putt. I hate her!
And she doesn’t just show up between rounds, sometimes she takes over in the middle of a round! I had one round going where I was 2 over par after 9 holes. I’m thinking I can break 80. […]