“How frustrating it must be to pitch to Pablo Sandoval,” — Tom Verducci, during game 5 of the 2014 World Series.
Only if you’re cheering for the Royals.
What a bunch of knuckleheads!
Here I’m referring to the Joe Buck-Harold Reynolds-Tom Verducci trio handling the World Series broadcast for Fox.
Buck, I think, has arrived . . . → Read More: Gilded Voices, Tin Ears
Humble, I’m okay with humble. I like humble.
I don’t mind when the golf shop is a double wide, or the screen door slams (okay, I mind a little when it slams on my backswing), or the spartan premises of the not-so-lavishly appointed muni or daily fee golf course don’t offer logoed caps and shirts.
. . . → Read More: Garrettstown at Ballinspittle
Played “Pebble Beach” with my nine-year-old son the other day. Well, it wasn’t big Pebble, but little Pebble and, I must write, in deference to the moguls of margin and the top brass of turf grass — the Pebble Beach Company — that if this is not the greatest value in golf it surely ranks . . . → Read More: Playing “Pebble”
During the summer of discontent, political unrest, racial strife, international conflict, sectarian wars and worse, we thought it might be time to introduce the idea of world affairs to the dinner-table conversation list.
The nine- and ten-year-old were having none of it. The deflected, demurred, denied and declined. The attempt to raise consciousness of the . . . → Read More: Kid Wisdom
Brush clearing, biomass reduction, defensible space or xeriscape. They’re all one in the same.
Or maybe not. Defensible space has to do with cutting back and clearing. Xeriscape is about planting and cultivation. But they both relate to the yard and, more broadly, the landscape, managing growth, and our most precious limited resource: rain and . . . → Read More: The Two-Stroke Solution
Crazy how a kid’s mind works. How the switch gets flipped. The light turns on. The engine revs and the wheels start turning.
If you’d asked me a week ago — last Saturday — if I could envision playing golf with my nine-year-old son and my golf-disinterested wife, I would have nodded politely and said, . . . → Read More: On Gaining a Golfer…in Six Days Time.
“It’s expensive, time consuming and frustrating. But if you’re interested, I’ll support you 100 percent.”
— On being told that someone — a friend, acquaintance, relative — is interested in taking up golf.
Been thinking mostly how frustrating the game is. Even the Santa Cruz County municipal venue, DeLaveaga Golf Course, seems strikingly hard, particularly . . . → Read More: On Golf and the Search for “The Friendly Confines.”
This is for friends and relatives back east, New York and Boston, those in proximity to the Munson-Nixon line (Westchster, Worcester, you know who you are) and assorted environs. Also for a few friends in LA, but I’ll get to you in a minute…
For those back east, I recall how on those hazy, hot . . . → Read More: Midsummer Baseball
I can never remember the season when deer are supposedly more active — spring, fall, the rut? — and, by extension, more of a threat to drivers. But I do know that hardly a few days pass that I don’t see one or two on or near a road.
Driving my daughter home from evening . . . → Read More: Oh, Deer