Indio, California: For some reason,
I thought today would be a good day to end my one-year absence from the
Great Game of Golf.
I used to play quite a lot of golf and actually belong to one of the
finest golf clubs in
America, but with My Driver having such a busy schedule (World Indoor Track
& Field Championships and US Olympic Trials) last year, neither of us golfed
much. Me, not at all.
I did not mange to get myself, nor my clubs, out to a golf course last winter.
Even once. Nor all summer while at home in Portland.
Which could explain my 120+ golf score.
Actually, lack of playing time cannot explain my 120+ golf score. Nothing can
explain this. My score has been the same since I began golfing in 1989 to the
present day. Factoring-in the improvement to golf clubs and golf balls and my
aging swing: I still suck at golf. My secret to enjoying the sport is 1) to not
care and 2) the total lack of the competitive sports gene.
Blame it on my DNA.
I'll kick your butt at Jeopardy.
Though the temperature did not rise much above 60 today, we enjoyed our round at
Indian Springs Golf
Club with Portland friends, Marci and Jim. We had beautiful views of
snow-capped peaks whenever the clouds lifted.
Dave and Jim worked together, back in the day, and have become
good friends since their retirement and the fact they both winter in the Palm
Springs area with their lovely brides.
Jim and Dave
Even a cloud-filled sky is gorgeous in the desert.
I had a string of "7's" and then found myself with a lucky break. My ball
hovered on the precipice of a pond, approaching the 18th green. Ready to pop
up next to the pin... or ready to whack into the water.
I whacked it into the water, of course. Who do you
think you are dealing with here? I shoot over 120 for goodness sake.
Indian Springs have completely remodeled the restaurant/bar area of their
golf club. Where once was a typical sandwich and beer stop after your round
of golf, the restaurant is now a first-rate happy-hour-equipped sports bar -
with a zillion televisions, a full bar, great menu - all encompassed in a
rock-and-roll-theme. (The bathrooms feature purple neon sinks!) Our favorite
local server, Jose, works at
Pub many nights per week. Live music several evenings per week as well.
After our round, Dave and I returned to our campsite and then rode our golf
cart down to the hot tub. We soaked our aches away and decided I am the
worst golfer in the world.
It is good to excel at something.
Until my next update, I remain, your over-par correspondent.
RV PARK: The
Motorcoach Country Club
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