So this tournament is the Hank Hudson Open. Hank Hudson is the brew pub that opened at The Fairways of Halfmoon golf course, which is 9/10 of a mile from my house, and where Alyssa and I have our own table every Friday night. A little fun added pressure, the Brew Pub will name its next beer...
I didn’t even hesitate when I saw $17 a beer. I also bought two bloody marys when alcohol sales started at 9:00 am. Anyone want to take a guess on what they cost?
$58…but they were “doubles” in a 10 cent souvenir plastic cup (that’s now holding pens on my desk at work).
I do. One large rolling duffle, one upright carry-on, one briefcase, and a last bag travel cover. Any combination of three fit together in their “train” system. I’ve used them for years and have zero complaints. They are incredibly durable and seem like they still have years of use left in them...
There was something off for me with the previous version of these (maybe the moving of the COG combined with my overall inability to muster up any type of consistent short game), but in these teaser pics at least, I like the look of these a lot. I’d roll with tour satin by the way.
After pondering a Sun Mountain C-130 5 way for two years now, Vessel just dropped a 7 way top cart bag. I don’t need a cart bag, but I want one, and I despise 14/15 way tops, so ponder on.
Slow play doesn’t bother me. Standing around on the golf course is a lot better than standing around in my office, in line at DMV, or any 30 seconds spent at the grocery store. But I’ve played with a lot of people who flat out melt down when play is slow. I don’t need any help being terrible at...
Oddly enough, I love manual labor. Especially moving (basically picking things up and putting them down). I could do that for a living and be totally happy (and drained). Instead I’m an accountant and my days of excitement are those where I find a new excel keyboard shortcut. Yay.
My great aunt planted lilac bushes in my parents yard when they bought their first house. I spent my whole life in that house, my parents still live in it, and the lilac bush is now a lilac tree. So lilacs, immediately brings thoughts of home.
We were at Zac Brown tonight at SPAC when one of the girls announced this reading it on her phone. My only thought, “about time.” There was drama surrounding this last location no?