One of my first memories of being on a golf course was not to play the game.  Rather, I was there for much more sinister reasons.  I was a young, foolish kid hanging out with another young foolish kid.  The other foolish kid, let’s call him Matt (actually, that was his name), coerced me into causing a bit of trouble on the local links.

I remember it still clearly to this day.  We hid in the woods just steps away from one of the greens.  A ball lands by the pin and Matt hustles out, steals the ball and rushes back to the woods.  At the time, I thought it was funny as hell!  Then we tried it one more time.  We were spotted and ran for our lives.  It wasn’t fun anymore. 

Looking back, it was a pretty idiotic thing to do.  And with the amount of times I lose a ball on the course that I’m sure landed perfectly in the fairway, it seems as if the gods of golf karma are giving it back to me double.  But hey, it could have been worse.  How, you ask?  I could have been these guys…