Golf in March

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I’ve never played golf in Western New York in March.

Until yesterday.

On the way to the course I played a few songs that me and my brother Jeff loved. 

This is a tough time of the year.

I know one thing for sure - Jeff would be enraged if I gave away a day for grief. So, I mentioned golf, knowing he’d be along for the ride.

We had all the guys who are the regulars in our 4-some, and there were smiles all around - I basically hadn’t seen any of them since October.

Yet, I was worried. My body hasn’t felt great lately. I didn’t think it would be much of a round, but just swinging would be enough.

Stepped to the tee, announced that we were off in 2024, and that hit it straight down the middle.

There was a lot of standing water and plenty of mud. There wasn’t a lot of bouncing onto the green, but the greens held the chips that Pops - who has dropped a whole bunch of pounds! - kept hitting close.

We all hit good to great shots on a day when the colder temperatures kept the distances down.

But, by dinner time I was reviewing my round as we watched some shows and I hit 17 good shots from the tee and just one that was mediocre.

In March!

I told Kathy how unexpected a good round was and she mentioned:

“You played 3 weeks ago.”

Which is insane!

I don’t think the weather is going to allow us to get into our weekly routine quite this early, but I’d certainly forgotten how much better Sunday evenings are with a little golf ache in my bones.

On the way home, I listened to the Stones do ‘Moonlight Mile’ and while I don’t recognize sad, sad anniversary days, I glanced skyward and smiled.

I like to think my brother had something to do with me playing golf in March…

…and keeping the ball in the fairway!

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