Another season of reminders
Now that it’s spring, I swear I hear small peeps and murmurs emerging from the trunk of my car. I’ve decided it’s either struts on the loose or my golf clubs pleading to be liberated from winter hibernation and set free on greens and fairways.
Or it’s my inner golfer ready for another season of playing with beginner’s mind (but hopefully not beginner’s swing). Once again, I will enter a season listening to other golfers drool and swoon over the next generation of high-tech clubs, balls, and shoes. As if golf were the domain of the tools rather than the mind of the craftsperson.
I remind all of us again. Go to any country club in the world where plush locker rooms sport that course’s 1940’s visiting pro score cards. Notice the same top scores you’d seen today and then visit the show cases of their clubs and balls that were crudely wooden beyond anything you can get at a garage sale today. Then repeat three times: It’s not the clubs, it’s not the balls, it’s not the shoes. It’s the quality of my attention.
