If golf is a gentlemen’s game, then why did they invite me? I play less than six rounds of golf each year, thus a chance to schedule 36 holes with my old college buddy, Geoff in southeastern Florida was highly anticipated. We have staged some glorious clashes over the last 40 years. The fact that our first round was booked at the exquisite Tesoro Golf Club in Port St Lucie really made it a treat, plus the price was right. College buddies who can arrange complimentary golf at a high-end private facility like Tesoro are priceless. Joining us for the round were a couple of weathered golf writers, Mike and Fred. Although Mike is extremely well traveled in his role as a scorer with the LPGA Tour, he became completely discombobulated, when the starter asked us to begin play on the back nine. Mike’s Mulligan on that first tee was richly deserved. I sincerely hope he did not injure any alligators in that swamp. The course was immaculate, there were no other golfers in sight and the only reason the round took 4.5 hours to play was the cumulative total of our foursome approached the half a millennium mark.
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