play hooky from work and don’t know what to do with their time. to me, that is unacceptable. if you don’t know what to do with spare time or need your wife to help manage your day you’d best leave the hooky playing to professionals. i, on the other hand, am an expert. in fact, this might be my finest quality. there is nothing, and i mean nothing, that i do better than goofing off.
my day started with the back nine and breakfast at strawberry farms golf course in irvine, california. the santa ana winds were kicking up, with gusts up to 40mph, but that didn’t bother me because i don’t keep score. keeping score is not for me. i play golf to hit shots -and that’s it. nothing more, nothing less. most of my friends don’t get it, but that’s not of concern to me nor is it my job to educate people on how to live life well. anyways, having 11 whole months of golf under my belt i find myself in need of improving certain aspects of my game. the driving of the golf ball off the tee is one of those aspects.
i’ve been a member of this site for three days, i think. maybe less. today i hit 6/7 fairways with driver and 3w off the tee this morning. a record for me? no idea. but what’s important is that hitting fairways today made me feel good, which is why i’m sharing my day with you good people. somewhere on this site in the last couple days i read about alignment. what i read helped. for that, i am very thankful to people who contribute their experience and wisdom for the benefit of others, like me.
as for the rest of the day, after eating the kind of breakfast i never eat in the presence of my mrs (corned beef hash crispy on both side, poached eggs, home fried taters and wheat toast dry) i headed up to roger dunn to get a box because i bought a new golf bag then sold my old one on ebay. hence, the need for a box. on the way home from roger dunn i stopped at bristol farms, a high brow grocery store, to buy some sopressata salami for lunch tomorrow. the guy behind the counter, whom is also italian, recognized me and offered me taste of a prosciutto they just got in that sells for $129 per pound. what self-respecting spaghetti bender would say no thank you? not me, that’s for sure. it was exquisite. velvety swine. i bought 8 razor thin slices, which ran me $14. i had the meat guy package it in two separate package, four slices in each. i went to the produce dept and bought two asian pears for $1.20 each. then i went home, put the goodies in the fridge, returned some emails, did my best to hide from the mrs, packaged my old titleist bag in the box, grabbed one package of the ridiculously priced prosciutto and one pear and headed to post office to mail the bag.
on the way home from the post office i stopped at my friend’s wine store in town. i asked him if he ever tried $129 per pound prosciutto? he countered by asking me if i ever tried a beaujolais nouveau made by the pope of beaujolais? i hadn’t. my friend carries a cork screw in his pocket, so almost immediately he cracked open the bottle -he’s like macgyver with that frigging thing. we went over to the store’s wine bar, i pealed open the prosciutto, we shared two slices each and we passed the pear back-and-forth, careful to ensure we remained crystal clear as to who’s side of the pear belonged to whom.
i arrived back home with one-half bottle of the pope’s finest, just in time to partake in my second happy hour of the day with my mrs, savoring my second glass of finest beaujolais nouveau my tongue had ever danced with, more prosciutto and more -only this time, which part of the pear belonged to whom didn't matter, especially since my mrs is a considerably better looking human than i am. priceless.
sometimes, golf is plenty good enough on it’s own. and other times, it’s simply a pleasurable part of a pleasurable day. like today.
my day started with the back nine and breakfast at strawberry farms golf course in irvine, california. the santa ana winds were kicking up, with gusts up to 40mph, but that didn’t bother me because i don’t keep score. keeping score is not for me. i play golf to hit shots -and that’s it. nothing more, nothing less. most of my friends don’t get it, but that’s not of concern to me nor is it my job to educate people on how to live life well. anyways, having 11 whole months of golf under my belt i find myself in need of improving certain aspects of my game. the driving of the golf ball off the tee is one of those aspects.
i’ve been a member of this site for three days, i think. maybe less. today i hit 6/7 fairways with driver and 3w off the tee this morning. a record for me? no idea. but what’s important is that hitting fairways today made me feel good, which is why i’m sharing my day with you good people. somewhere on this site in the last couple days i read about alignment. what i read helped. for that, i am very thankful to people who contribute their experience and wisdom for the benefit of others, like me.
as for the rest of the day, after eating the kind of breakfast i never eat in the presence of my mrs (corned beef hash crispy on both side, poached eggs, home fried taters and wheat toast dry) i headed up to roger dunn to get a box because i bought a new golf bag then sold my old one on ebay. hence, the need for a box. on the way home from roger dunn i stopped at bristol farms, a high brow grocery store, to buy some sopressata salami for lunch tomorrow. the guy behind the counter, whom is also italian, recognized me and offered me taste of a prosciutto they just got in that sells for $129 per pound. what self-respecting spaghetti bender would say no thank you? not me, that’s for sure. it was exquisite. velvety swine. i bought 8 razor thin slices, which ran me $14. i had the meat guy package it in two separate package, four slices in each. i went to the produce dept and bought two asian pears for $1.20 each. then i went home, put the goodies in the fridge, returned some emails, did my best to hide from the mrs, packaged my old titleist bag in the box, grabbed one package of the ridiculously priced prosciutto and one pear and headed to post office to mail the bag.
on the way home from the post office i stopped at my friend’s wine store in town. i asked him if he ever tried $129 per pound prosciutto? he countered by asking me if i ever tried a beaujolais nouveau made by the pope of beaujolais? i hadn’t. my friend carries a cork screw in his pocket, so almost immediately he cracked open the bottle -he’s like macgyver with that frigging thing. we went over to the store’s wine bar, i pealed open the prosciutto, we shared two slices each and we passed the pear back-and-forth, careful to ensure we remained crystal clear as to who’s side of the pear belonged to whom.
i arrived back home with one-half bottle of the pope’s finest, just in time to partake in my second happy hour of the day with my mrs, savoring my second glass of finest beaujolais nouveau my tongue had ever danced with, more prosciutto and more -only this time, which part of the pear belonged to whom didn't matter, especially since my mrs is a considerably better looking human than i am. priceless.
sometimes, golf is plenty good enough on it’s own. and other times, it’s simply a pleasurable part of a pleasurable day. like today.