It's always a good thing when you enter a golf show and hear drivers smacking balls into the nets with an occasional "Oh, yeah!" accompanying.
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Alright, parents: Listen up. You may be thinking of introducing your son or daughter to the game of golf, but how to do it?
It happens to me every time I go on vacation. I go wine tasting, and I want to buy a winery; I go to a coast resort, and I want to buy a bed and breakfast at the shore; I go play golf, and I want to buy a golf course.
Ah, a day playing golf at one of the valley’s premier courses. It doesn’t get much better than that. Spanish Trail Country Club beckons, offering history, luxury and a great playing experience.
Maybe it was too far away; maybe my schedule was too busy. Probably it was the fact that my golf swing is already close to perfect. Whatever, it’s been quite a while since I’ve been to the Callaway Golf Experience on Las Vegas Boulevard South. A lot has transpired. It’s now the TaylorMade Golf Experience. In November 2013, the owners and brothers, John and Ron Boreta, didn’t renew their agreement with Callaway Golf, which cleared the way for the relationship with TaylorMade.
I want you to meet a pair of very dedicated golfers. They love golf and participate monthly in organized golf events. They work on their games and can tell you how long they drive the ball. One shares how proud she is of her new driver; the other can tell stories of when he was third man on his college golf team. Both wear big smiles when on the course.
You would have done the same thing, I know you would have. Maybe I’ll end up in hot water; if I do, it would have been worth it.
“GolfBoard is undeniably the most exciting and enjoyable way to experience any (golf) course.”
Readers, my hat is off to you guys. Congratulations on a job well done. It seems that a lot of you are passionate about golf. Also evident is that many of you are equally passionate about the Coyote Springs Golf Course. Responses to a recent column about how Coyote Springs might increase its profile and attract more golfers ran the gamut. And, if you recall, the best would win a round of golf with yours truly (a truly unique experience, to be sure).
I kind of remember where I was when I heard the news.
I found myself in the midst of a conundrum recently. . For those of you who love golf and business decisions, please put on your thinking caps, turn off any distractions and pay attention. Your help is needed; I ask you to participate.
Times are tough, no doubt about it. Especially on a reduced income.
I was not looking forward to the task. Clearing out your desk is not a pleasant chore. It’s the fall version of spring cleaning.
In the interest of journalistic integrity, I’ll be frank: I am a person of dubious character. A deviant, so to speak. Of course, you say, he’s a golfer. I’ll also admit to enjoying a glass (or two) of wine on occasion. I’ll also admit I love to play video poker without budgetary concerns. I also drink milk straight from the container out of the refrigerator. Who’s perfect?
I have never been to a major golf championship. Something always came up. You know: money, timing, family or various fiascos.
This column may cause some problems. Especially for those of you with challenged memories. Like me. But in the end, I promise a heartwarming saga about those of us who love the game of golf.
To me, professional sports all-star games are pretty irrelevant. Defense goes out the window. Contact disappears. Smiles are more prevalent than hits. The NHL runs up goals at a record-setting pace; the NFL sets point records approaching 130 points combined; and the NBA combined scoring reaches in excess of 300 points. But there is one exception. No, not the MLB game, even though there’s something at stake there. It is, voila, the MLB’s home run contest that takes place the day before the All-Star Game. This competition fills the stadium, powers fan excitement and generates decent TV ratings. People love the long ball.
I really never thought a lot about golf demo days. You’ve seen them: a tent set up at the driving range, a gazillion clubs, manufacturer reps pitching the latest tech clubs and high prices.
Always write to the most common denominator. General interest, appeal to the masses. That’s what I was told when I started this writing gig.
Meet Mike Jaime: 62 years old, 5 feet, 8 inches and 208 pounds.
Start a New Year’s column with a catch phrase from the early 1970s? Crazy, I admit.
Thanks, everyone. Just a brief follow-up to last month’s column on skin cancer. From it, I learned five things:
“It’s like poking a hole in a Picasso.” — John Asay, Oct. 30, 2013.
I guess you could say this is my tribute to fantasy columns for the year. Not your usual version of fantasy sports but more selfishly: my fantasy golf dreams. things I can only fantasize about the game. I have two. I’m not delirious.
I don’t know if you have noticed what’s happening to golf in the valley. It’s frightening: shutting down golf courses, turning players away with no other alternative than to go bowling. It is not a pretty sight.
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