47, 39, 41, 39, 36. Audibles from a quarterback? Lottery numbers? Nope, neither one. These numbers represent the reason I will not be golfing anymore until the spring. They are the high temperatures for the next five days here in my area of CT. And believe me, they don’t get any higher for the remainder of the year.
I’ve mentioned before that I don’t golf when the temperature drops below 50 degrees. However, it’s not so much the cold air. I mean, that’s part of it. But for the most part, I don’t mind a little cold air. It’s the bundling up to play golf. See, I don’t want to look like the guy in the picture above when I’m trying to play.
How do you comfortably play golf in a thick, hooded sweatshirt and winter gloves? If I can’t get out there and play comfortably, the way I would want to, then what’s the point? Don’t get me wrong, I love playing golf. But I don’t love it enough to put myself through the cold and wear clothing that’s going to hamper and restrict my game even more than it already is.
I see the game as fun. I play the game strictly for fun. So if something is going to take away from the fun of the game, then I don’t see the point in being out there. But it never fails. On a cold day I’ll drive by a golf course and there are people out there. They’re bundled up like they’re at the mid-way point of the Iditarod, but they’re out there nonetheless.
So what am I missing? What’s the draw to playing in the cold? I like fishing, but not enough to go ice fishing. Someone needs to explain the attraction to me because I’m obviously missing something.
Swing ’til you’re happy!