Golf is a funny game. Just when we think we've got it licked, our tail gets shoved right between our legs, and we are chomping on big slices of humble pie. Hope. That is what is running through our veins everytime we tee it up, but it is often dashed, and of late, we've had to endure other extremes. Most of us are feeling a bit out of sorts, as the season starts to unfurl itself, the competitions heat up, and we are still donning surgical masks, afraid of illness, public shame, and the like. Read More
