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I screwed up my back

Crap – what now?

It’s immensely painful to just sit in this chair and type. I will make this very short.

Our club championship is determined based on a match play bracket. I have won two matches and the two players who win the next matches play each other for the flight championships. Then the flight champions play against each other for the club championship. I am the reigning club champ. The next match is this Saturday. If I can’t play, I forfeit. That sucks.

What makes it even more interesting is that if I win my next match and Greg also wins his, we go up against each other for the flight championship. I really need to be able to play this one to try to get there.

If anyone has any ideas for a winning self medication prescription, I’m listening.

Please, help…

Kristen

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Golf Chick Turns One

Today is my one year anniversary of starting this blog!

So far, I have put up 118 posts (this one makes 119). That’s an average of about one post every three days. August 20 will mark my two-year anniversary of taking up the game of golf. As you can see on my Courses I’ve Played section, I have already played 55 courses in 14 states! I have written about my experiences at some of those courses on this blog and will continue to do that. Thank you to all the readers that continue to come to my site to share in my experiences and especially to those who post comments – you help keep me motivated. I really enjoy keeping this diary of my golf life and I love to write!Pardon the interruption

I have been away from online life for the past 10 days. In fact, I just got back last night (actually, early this morning) from a golf vacation! I can now add 4 new courses and 3 new states to my list, which I will be updating soon. I will be writing about those courses and my trip in general in the coming days. The course write-ups will also be seen on worldgolf.com. I got a lot of good photos to go with the stories as well.

Ducks in Nashville (Tennessee, one of the states I can add to my list)

Now I need a vacation from my vacation. I know, vacation from what? I’m unemployed! I told my dog it was because she was too damn cute and I just had to get away from her for awhile because I couldn’t stand it anymore. She’s so cute it makes me sick. Actually, I did come home with a wicked cold I’m still fighting, which might mean it literally makes me sick to be away from her for so long. It’s good to be home, and just as soon as I can get my ducks in a row, I’ll be writing those stories. I have also purchased the domain www.thegolfchick.com and in the near future should be transferring this site over to it. I’ll keep you posted, so to speak. Stay tuned!

Lining up those ducks!

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Inventing the paper napkin?

Well, it’s a little too late for mother’s day, but here we have a gift idea for any occasion for that special lady golfer in your life. Just watch her eyes light up when she receives this amazing paper napkin! Well, maybe if that special lady golfer in your life is Christina Aguilera.

SHOULDER PAD FOR WOMEN GOLFERS

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” paper napkin…to protect a shoulder part of clothes of a woman playing golf from becoming dirt due to touching of a cheek, the chin or the like of the player to stick a cosmetic, a sunburn cream, or the like on it.”

 

 

 

 

Submitted by Gavin at patentlygolf.com
Check out all the other crazy “inventions” there, like the “Heel mounted sand trap rake for golf shoes.”

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Excessive weekday golf… or not enough?

Some of you might have noticed I’ve been playing more golf on weekdays… and not on travel days. That’s because I was recently laid off from my job. Of course, I feel like I should be playing golf EVERY day now. It’s amazing how many things there are to do when you lose your job. Where does all my time go? Plus, there’s the ever-present element that makes me want to save my money now. Perhaps that’s the Capricorn in me, if you believe in that stuff. Wait, the Capricorn thing is supposed to be the element that makes me feel like a lowlife dirtbag if I’m not working my ass off. I never thought I garnered so much of my identity from my work until I didn’t have any. It’s not really that I saw myself as my title as I just need to be working at something to feel valuable. I’d like to spend that energy on golf, but I have to be realistic.

Hey, I just thought of something about where all my time goes. It’s there – I just don’t pack as much into it anymore. They say (damn them) “if you want something done, give it to a busy person.” I’m not busy enough to get enough done. Maybe if I golf more, I’d fit more into the rest of my day. I knew if I circled around this enough I could rationalize more golf!

Oh, and does anyone out there want to hire a golf chick?

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Sexy golf, the LPGA and the BGA?

In a recent, unrelated post, some comments were made about the LPGA needing some kind of shot to the arm to increase viewership and interest. While those comments were focused more on the influence of Korean golfers, it seems to me that the “problem” is more fundamental and rests with the fans.

I think it’s a shame that women golfers have to market themselves to the calendar crowd in order to bolster the viewership. It may be a shame, but at this point, it’s probably necessary. You don’t see this happening with the men. I certainly don’t want to see a half naked Singh or Daly, but I love to watch them golf.

Keep your shirt on. Photo from the Augusta Chronicle.

If we really want the LPGA to grow, we need more good players. If it gets to the point that only the beautiful ones get endorsement packages and the accompanying support that goes with them, regular looking but talented girls will be discouraged from pursuing the sport as a profession. Herein lies the catch-22: the purses are too small (though growing) to inspire the same kind of dedication in female golfers as male golfers. To increase the prize money, we need to generate more revenue. To generate more revenue, what do we need? Better golf or better-looking golf?

The LPGA is an association for professional athletes, not beauty queens. That some of them are stunning ought to be a bonus, not the focus. By focusing on the cover-model golfers, we’re kind of growing the interest while narrowing the field with irrelevant standards. One place to start would be with a sponsor (say, Nike) endorsing and promoting the hell out of a good golfer with an interesting personality but maybe not the best looking (say, Christina Kim, or better yet, someone more obscure that we don’t know yet). There’s a saying that “it takes money to make money.” How about some sponsors investing some serious dough for the purses to make it really interesting? And investing in some good golfers to make it about an athletic competition instead of a golf event as the talent portion of some beauty pageant?

It’s the age old dilemma… the media show us what they think we want to see because they want our money. We buy their products because it’s what’s there. Sure, sex sells but so does talent.

Maybe we need an entirely new Association — the BGA (Beautiful Golfers Association) for men and women. We can have a panel that selects the talent (ahem) and they all compete against one another for huge prize money. And we can have judges decide who wins. It wouldn’t be entirely based on score, either – that would just be one segment of the judging. Okay, maybe it’s not an association to rival the PGA and LPGA… it’s more of a bad reality show. But admit it — you’d watch. And it just might stigmatize the selling of sexiness in the LPGA enough to put the focus back on golf there.

I started this by saying that the “problem” might rest with the fans. But only because we’re buying what they’re selling. Will we buy an LPGA that’s about golf?

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The dullest round EVER

Today I played at Simi Hills. I walked on and got paired up with THE DULLEST golfer ever. It’s amazing what a difference that can make in a round. He might have said eight words to me the whole round, and never once even cracked a smile. Oowee, Tiara… I hope he’s near the top of the list for the personality transplant, because his has coded and is completely non-functional.

As for my round, it was dismal. I had to go spout off my mouth in a recent post about my consistency in hitting fairways with my driver. I hit a whopping 3 out of 13. A couple were in better position because I cut corners, but still. And as for greens… I don’t know why I carry a ball-mark repair tool. I didn’t hit a single green in regulation today. Maybe I just like being a janitor and cleaning up everyone else’s marks.

On the positive side, it was a beautiful day for an 18-hole walk. And for those of you who know the course, they are repairing that ravine on 11 that got damaged in the rains. Meanwhile, it’s temporarily a par-3 with a green in the middle of the fairway.

Oh, and there were literally THOUSANDS of tadpoles in the lake on 14. That place is going to be swarming with frogs soon. Ribbit! Also, I must have seen at least 50 bunnies. Most of them were in pairs, so that number’s getting bigger as I type!

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Rattlesnake season – be alert!

If you live in a climate where rattlesnakes thrive, ’tis the season, so be on the lookout!

Last week I played at Tierra Rejada. There are “caution: rattlesnake” signs posted around the course in certain areas, but I guess I had become complacent over the winter.

I had been paired up with a couple of big hitters from a local college team and their coach, but they left after nine holes so I was a single sandwiched between two foursomes. The course was pretty crowded, so there was no space to play through. It was a gorgeous day, the first one in a long time, so I tried not to let the waiting get to me. I admired the course, the vegitation, the rabbits and squirrels playing. Then I thought I’d go easter egg hunting while I waited. I had lost a few balls and thought I could replace them with a couple quick hunts.

I took two steps into the long grass and thought to myself “this is probably a bad idea – at least go back and grab a club to whack around in here.” Just as I took one step to the edge, a three-foot rattlesnake slithered right by my foot! No rattling, so he probably wasn’t a threat, but I admit I squealed and jumped. Sure, in hindsight that probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do. It was lucky the snake didn’t seem to mind. And I’m glad there was no one nearby to witness it.

The guys I played with on the front nine spotted a baby one just off the cart path by one of the tees. They’re out there, so be careful!

I decided I didn’t really want to find anymore golf balls that day.

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Tricky Masters coverage – set your DVR right!

Awhile back, I put up a post called “TiVo tips for golf fans.” Among other things, it explains how to set up a Wishlist in order to make sure it automatically records all the golf you want. My “PGA” keyword wishlist gets a whole lot of golf, even things I don’t want. But the one glaring thing it misses is the Masters!

I mentioned in that post that I have a separate keyword wishlist for the Masters, but I just checked my to-do list and it wasn’t on there. Turns out I didn’t have it set to auto record, so I needed to view upcoming episodes and tell it to record. Now, I’m not really big on watching sports on TV and I don’t follow the Masters like some obsessed mediaguru, so I didn’t even know on what channel to look for it. Good thing my wishlist tracked it down.

In case you don’t know (and I don’t know if it’s even true in all areas), it’s on USA the first two days and CBS over the weekend. So if you’re already at work and didn’t set your TiVo right, just come on over to my place tonight and we’ll all have a party watching it. Then get out and set your own DVR for the rest of it! You’ve been warned! :)

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Are you man enough to play from the forward tees?

Here’s a “forward” thinking idea — or is it just another feminist tirade?

Even though some courses have their own color coding system, the forward tees on a golf course are often referred to as the red tees. Many people call them the “ladies tees,” which I think is the problem stigmatizing these poor, underused tee markers around the country (maybe the world).

The idea behind the multiple tee marker placements is to give golfers a choice of how long and/or difficult of a course they want to play. Sometimes there are even shorter tees than the “reds,” often called junior tees. Most men, however, simply refuse to play from any tees in front of the “whites,” or middle tees.

Here’s an idea — maybe the tees should be posted with recommended handicap indexes. Some courses actually require proof of a lower index in order to play from the “backs” or “tips” as they’re sometimes called. Malibu Country Club is one such course. Why not have a similar situation at all tee placements — without the enforcement, except for extremes. That way, men wouldn’t feel emasculated when playing from alternate tee markers. Nor would they face the humiliation associated with a missed tee shot that doesn’t travel beyond those “ladies tees.” Now that indignity could rightfully fall on anyone who dinks their tee shot, from whichever markers they choose to start. Equal opportunity ridicule – I can take it.

Sure, I play from the forward tees. I also play from the whites. On really short courses, I’ve even been known to play from the blues. It’s so nice having options! Why shouldn’t men feel that same sense of liberation? I’ve played with some old men who hit their driver about as far as I hit my 7-iron who insist on playing from the “men’s tees.” Sometimes when I choose to play the whites, men even change their minds and suddenly decide to play the blues. Fellas, let me tell you: it’s neither manly nor impressive for you to play from further back if it’s just going to make you hack around more. I’ve sure seen my share of that, and it just makes me laugh (on the inside, of course). Then they get all frustrated and don’t enjoy their game. Why waste your money and spoil your day? And let’s not forget those poor folks behind you that have to wait around for you to find your ball and hit it four more times just to make room for them to hit.

As the game continues to grow and more people take to the field, I think the tee marker system needs an overhaul. There need to be more options for different skill levels, not just the big hitters. But there also needs to be an adjustment to the mindset about the different tees. Whether you’re a new golfer struggling to learn the game, a senior citizen, a high handicapper, or just a shorter hitter, why not play from further up? Even low handicappers might enjoy a change and a new challenge on a familiar course. Give it a try!

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Conversation with a tweaking nihilist


This week, my work took me to Middleofnowhere, Ohio. In case that doesn’t ring a bell, it’s about an hour east of Neverheardofit, Indiana.

I must be getting old because there was a time this experience would have thrilled me in a romantic Kerouac-like hop-off-a-train kind of On the Road sort of way. Maybe I’m just too tired. Or maybe that mystique is gone for me because the lifestyle doesn’t include golf, my new obsession.

My recent travel schedule has had me scrambling with little time at home to do anything but golf. Because of that, I neglected to replenish some consumable items that had been depleted from my toiletry bag. Normally, that wouldn’t be such a big deal. Wherever I travel, if the hotel can’t provide a complimentary replacement, they usually carry something acceptable in their gift shop. Worst case scenario, I can make an end-run to the local drug store in my rental car. If they had a store here in Middleofnowhere, it certainly wouldn’t be open at this hour.

After a day of travel and incurring a three hour time change, I arrived at my destination airport after midnight local time with close to 100 miles still to drive. Flying in, I somehow must have missed the big sign covering the state that said “closed.” It was dark and cold and the route I drove was densely packed with nothing. The closer I got to my destination, the less I saw, which really had me wondering whether I was being set up because it sure didn’t seem like there was enough population to support enough businesses to be buying what we’re selling. Finally, a town appeared out of nowhere.

Here’s a photo I took about 5 miles before I reached my destination. If you click on the picture and look really, really close, you can see nothing.

When I arrived, the hotel had “lost” my reservation and was booked to capacity which again had me wondering if the clerk was in on punking me. He gave me someone else’s reservation and we both crossed our fingers that it was late enough the person wouldn’t arrive. I got to my room and it looked like I just missed the party. Beer bottles full and empty were scattered around the room as well as some snacks and soft drinks. The rest of the room was tidy, but who knows when the three bears would be arriving back to claim their chairs. I called down to the desk, and they sent security up to escort me to my new room. They also sent apologies and a coupon for a complimentary breakfast. Screw breakfast. By the time I got settled in, unwound and asleep, it was 3:00 A.M., and I had to be up in about four hours, which would be 4:00 A.M my time. I’ll be hitting the coffee and going in to deliver a product launch in front of a room full of people running on fumes. I don’t have time for your stinking breakfast. But when I unpacked and was getting ready for bed, I realized there was something I needed. Dental floss.

I called back down to my newest friend, the clerk at the front desk. After all, they did have a placard in the bathroom that said if I forgot any standard toiletry item they would be happy to provide a replacement.

“Guest services.”

“Hi, it’s me again, from room… what room am I in now?”

“Oh yes, hello Miss Williams. What can I do for you?”

“I seem to be out of floss. Would you happen to have any at the desk or would I have to call housekeeping in the morning?”

“Noss?”

“Pardon?”

“What was it you needed?”

“Floss. Dental floss.”

“Oh, I thought you said ‘noss’ and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what that could be.”

“Do you have some?”

“I don’t believe in floss.”

(How does someone not believe in floss? It’s almost 2:00 A.M. and I just want to go to bed. It’s dawning on me that this guy works the graveyard shift and I am in what is commonly considered the meth capital of the U.S.)

“O…okay. Do you have any?”

“Well, I don’t, but the hotel might.”

Silence…

“Could you check?”

“Oh, well I thought you were reconsidering and you might not actually want it if you thought for a moment about what it really is and the society that has made you think you needed it in the first place.”

“Right then. So I’ll just skip it for now and check with housekeeping in the morning.”

“Yeah, cause you know flossing doesn’t make you a good person and in fact all the things that so called good people value are pretty weak. I mean, how do we even know anything that we supposedly know when things are only there because we created them but our own selves might just be created in thought in the first place.”

“Do you sell Tylenol in the gift shop?”

Heavy, dramatic sigh… “Yesss.”

“Thanks, I’ll be right down.”

And thus began my floccinaucinihilipilification of small town Ohio living.

:)

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