Some of you may get a kick out of this. My brother and I were enjoying an unseasonable warm afternoon. The ground was still crunchy and Frozen. Perfect time to play suicide golf.
I knew the perfect venue. The International Golf & Training Academy of America.
My backyard.
So we squared-off about 30 yards apart. Just trading wedges back and forth. I hit my ball to him and he hits the ball back to me.
The whole afternoon just disappeared.
and all of a sudden I realized you could be in your 50s and all of a sudden be a little kid again.
