As soon as the snow cover melts, we’ll don stocking caps, thermal underwear and even snow boots to play golf. After all, whether it is a new driver or swing tips from binging on Golf Channel, we enter the New Year with hope.
In the spring, reality hits: a rickety golf swing, unpredictable ball flight and scorecards that require larger computations. Golfers spend the spring season dining out on old memories. It is comparable to a cup of coffee with an old love, which is usually disappointing. Conversely, autumnal spender on the fairways is a lyrical melody. A cool breeze replaces heavy humidity, and a grooved swing tightens our shot dispersion. Life is good.