What am I doing here in front of my PC typing this blog, when it is 65 degrees outside in the middle of winter? I should be out playing golf with my buddies. Forget about my techie job, hell, my colleague called in sick (my foot!)… he’s just probably basking under the sun by his cabana sipping margarita!
That’s the problem. I can’t get enough of golf even after spending two weeks in the Philippines, trying to cram business and golf in one fell swoop. Probably not a good idea since golf balls usually don’t taste nearly as good as meatballs in a luncheon meeting.
But seriously, I try to get as many rounds as I can during the golf season to the chagrin of my wife, whose patience stretches back seventeen years and six kids since I first handled a golf club. It’s been chaos ever since. Tried to shake off the habit a dozen times but for some odd reasons, my golf bag and shoes always end up in the trunk of my car, as if telling me “hey buddy! You’re not looking so good today. How about a nice walk and while you’re at it, hit a few balls down at Rockleigh.”
So here I am, still looking for that best A game of my life.
