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Originally Posted by COGENT
Just when I start thinking of golf we get another huge dump of snow... it's killing me.
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I know that feeling. This had better be the last of it as I'm very much ready to move on. I was cleaning out the utility room last night and there was my golf clubs just calling to me. I spoke back( I know there will be those all over me for responding to the golfing gods) and it was hardly the first time I've spoken to my golf clubs or various makes of golf balls.
I give them human qualties, encouragement, huck them down the fairway, beg them, boot them into the forest, yell at them etc.
One sweet shot right down the middle curling in and rolling up just short of the flag. Follow with bold yet controlled putt and life is very, very good.
My golf bag is calling to me and this stinkin dufus winter is attempting to drown out that voice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!