I’m a vociferous advocate for fast pace of play on the golf course, and absolutely and unapologetically abhor slow play. Loathe isn’t a strong enough word to adequately convey the vile hatred and low regard in which I hold golfers that are unnecessarily slow. Just as Dante experienced seven distinct levels of hell, I discern…
I try to remember all the good shots: the bombed drive, the approach knocked stiff, the incredibly unlikely putt that goes in. At some of the more memorable courses I’ve played, I’ve tried to hold on to a memory of at least one good shot with some success, even as the years stack up in…
Our final 18 holes of our two-day whirlwind trip along the Alabama Robert Trent Jones Trail was the Links Course at Grand National in Opelika, Alabama on a Tuesday afternoon. We basically had the course to ourselves, as no one else was dumb enough to play golf in 95-plus degree heat with 90% humidity in…
It’s generally acknowledged that baseball players are probably the most superstitious athletes as a group. Sure, there are outliers in every sport, like Michael Jordan and his famous UNC Tar Heel gym shorts and Les Miles’ appetite for football field grass. But as a group, baseball players have no equal when it comes to trying…
There’s supposed to be a glowing review of Devou Park Golf Course in Covington, Kentucky, in this space, replete with beautiful pictures of the course and surroundings, a riveting course description, and colorful anecdotes of a fun, memorable afternoon. Instead, you get the story of why I walked off of a golf course at the…
