This is a great time of year in the Northeast! The birds are back chirping away and building their nests. All the plants and trees are budding and waking up from their winter dormancy. We replace our snow blowers and snow shovels with lawn mowers and garden rakes. And most importantly, we break out the ol’ sticks!
There’s nothing like swimming your way to the back of the garage and carrying your clubs out over head like a soldier carries his rifle through a river. Who has time to move all the crap out of the way? Plus I wasn’t notified nor received a memo of any “spring cleaning” yet.
Once again my clubs see the beautiful light of day. Even with a coat of dust they still look good and give me that warm fuzzy feeling inside. So, for the next 20 minutes I wash away old man winter’s dust and bring back the shine. I then set my clubs up to dry in the sun and grab my golf bag for a quick sprucing up when a buddy of mine stops by.
We shoot the crap for a few as I finish cleaning the bag and then he tells me he got a new set of clubs for his birthday. “Awesome!! Break’ em out!” I wish I never said that. He walks to his car, pops the trunk and takes out a brand spanking new set of clubs.
WTF! I look over at my clubs and, remember that warm fuzzy feeling? Gone. I felt like I was 3 years old again sitting in the sandbox watching my brother play with his brand new G.I. Joe and He-Man while I had the one-armed Skeletor. Yep, the title says it all. Luckily, I have matured since then (I think) and was able to control myself.
It took a minute but I was able to re-evaluate the situation. I don’t need new clubs. All I need is some free time, a course to hack up and good company. That’s not asking too much, is it?
Hit’em long…yell FORE!!!
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