Golf

To say I like to play golf is like saying that my teenage daughter likes the Jonas Borthers. "Like" doesn't quite encapsulate the level to which we are infatuated with the two pursuits.

So bad is my infatuation that I look for the 15-30 minutes to chip and putt before I have to pick up a child of mine. So bad is it that I would know all the commentators on the golf channel. So bad is it that I played golf this past Saturday on a rain soaked fairway in 40 degree weather.

I love my family and NH. I enjoy my work and my own learning but golf is my personal quest for perfection. I can infuse all my competitive urges into this singular pursuit for a given amount of time and no one will think less of me. It isn't really supported to be competitive in the workplace, certainly not my workplace.

Don't misunderstand me, I do not spend endless hours on the golf course, contrary to what my wife might say. I find time throughout a busy week to keep the game in tune. When there is a large amount of free time, maybe in the summer, I do manage to fill a great deal of it with golf. It isn't solitary, I will play with anyone. I do prefer my family and friends but if you need a game, give me a call.

Looking forward to the warmer smells of summer and the late night round after dinner. But even now, you may find me playing if the snow isn't flying.