Geezer Golf Wimping Out It is 0830 and I should be on the first tee, but here I sit sipping coffee and finishing the Times’ crossword. Once again, I have wimped out. Why, you ask? Could it be that it is already near eighty degrees and the humidity is over ninety percent? Perhaps. Or is… Continue reading The Septuagenarian #11-22
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The Septuagenarian #9-22
What’s in a Name? My mother always called me Johnny, seldom John, or John Melbourne, but never, I believe Son. As a kid all my other relatives used Johnny. After all, I was a skinny kid and being puny Johnny seemed to fit. As for the old man, he never used my name when talking to me. I was always rove, chief, or Murgatroyd. Until he died, I never heard him address me by… Continue reading The Septuagenarian #9-22
The Septuagenarian #8-22 Geezer Golf
Breakfast Balls Geezers pride themselves on knowing or at least recognizing their limitations. There are a couple of examples of this factor. One is the ubiquitous Breakfast Ball, and another is the occasionally invoked Two Putt Rule. For the Geezers playing the first hole at Perdition Dunes, the Breakfast Ball is regularly invoked. Like its cousin the Mulligan, the Breakfast Ball is by any… Continue reading The Septuagenarian #8-22 Geezer Golf
The Septuagenarian 7-22 Geezer Golf
Club Me – Please! Comparing the actions and abilities of professional golfers with that of a brigade of Geezer Golfers is an exercise in futility. What we see on the TV coverage of the PGA bears no resemblance to those of us lodged in Dufferdom. For example, there are the caddies, offering expert advice on… Continue reading The Septuagenarian 7-22 Geezer Golf
The Septuagenarian #6-22 Geezer Golf
Scrambled I think about golf a lot. Not that I am particularly good at it. After all, I have managed, after five years of playing to have reached a 25 handicap. Although, in total honesty if I was playing the course that my neighbor regularly plays, I suspect I would be closer to a twenty.… Continue reading The Septuagenarian #6-22 Geezer Golf
The Septuagenarian #5-22 Geezer Golf
Napping in 4K HD My habit of watching PGA golf on TV in the hope that the low droning of the announcers would put me to sleep goes back to when I was in the throes of my third divorce. Told by my then wife that she no longer wished to be married and that… Continue reading The Septuagenarian #5-22 Geezer Golf
The Septuagenarian #4-22 Geezer Golf
Dick’s Disappoints Or: A Diatribe Delivered by a Duffer Discovering Dismal Display at Dick’s There are a few things that I should point out before I go any further. First, I am a duffer with a serious double-digit handicap. Second, I am an on-line shopper. I have been thusly inclined since long before the pandemic… Continue reading The Septuagenarian #4-22 Geezer Golf
The Septuagenarian #3-22 Geezer Golf
Freddy Finishes First Or where is Aubrey? In October, the Magnolia Glenne Senior Men’s Golf Association (MGSMGA) was slated to hold its penultimate tournament. First prize was a three-hundred-dollar gift certificate to be spent at the pro shop. Other prizes included vouchers for meals at the club’s Lester Maddox Restaurant along with bags of tees… Continue reading The Septuagenarian #3-22 Geezer Golf
The Septuagenarian #2-22 – Geezer Golf
Geezer…Spare That Tree Now, I haven’t been playing golf all that long, so I can’t be sure that my limited exposure to the game has provided me with an all-encompassing picture of the game and its players. However, I have come to some conclusions about players and their eccentricities. There are a host of opinions… Continue reading The Septuagenarian #2-22 – Geezer Golf