The Move

Mr. and Mrs. Bad Golf Guy are soon on the move, retiring from our day jobs, heading south, chasing warmer weather, year round golf and an occasional unsuspecting fish!

The move has been part of my plan for countless years however the stark reality of the actual event has me a bit unglued. I can bore you with the obvious (fixed income, social security, health insurance, medicare, stock market, etc.) however what really has me out of sorts is leaving my friends and maintaining our relationships at the 996 mile mark.

I am blessed with my friendships. The origins of the relationships are the typical places: family, work, social clubs (Liederkranz), neighbors, etc. The lion’s share have evolved through my association with sports: college basketball, softball, coaching and golf. These relationships have so thoroughly nurtured, influenced and enriched my life. My friends are the very best of mankind. My friends have made me a much better, more thoughtful and a more complete person. It has been quite a journey and I truly love you all! I promise we will remain as we have always been.

As stated in a previous post (“More Than a Game”), I do not play my golf with a regular foursome on Saturday and Sunday mornings, nor do I regularly participate in my club’s tournaments, social events and/or club championships (Oh that’s right! You would actually have to qualify for club championships!) I simply choose to play my golf with two friends (Dave and Joe) and my brother (John), who lives in the Chicago area. Virtually all of my rounds, all of the beautiful places (Conestoga Country Club, Highlands of Donegal, Lancaster Country Club, Stonewall, Country Club of York, Naperville Country Club, Founders Club, Conklin Players Club), and all of the on-course shenanigans can be attributed to these three scoundrels.

As I reflect on our time together, it is far less about my (sometimes our) unremarkable golf. It is more about our time together in the car, our time together on the range (I do like the range), our time together on the course, the needling, our conversations, the laughter and our time together in the 19th hole, just hanging out and playing a game. Moments that are ours and ours alone and moments that (I pray) will continue in the months and years to come.

These three have seen me at my best, my worst, my most vulnerable, my most frustrated and my most exhilarated.

A few memories:
-Last place finishes in Member-Guest Tournaments
-The tree line between the 18th and 7th tee box at Conestoga
-The tee marker at Stonewall
-Throwing Dad’s golf ball, and some of ours, in a pond
-Back “beer/par shooting” nine at Conestoga
-Frost delays and frost detection methodologies

I love playing golf, I love my golfing friends and I have absolutely loved playing golf with my golfing friends. Thank you for spending your free time with me!

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The back nine can only get better!