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I know there is a crisis coming in my game. I could tell when I hit a ball last week at the practice range. I kept making the correct swing, but still it wouldn’t go away. As I shifted my weight to the left side on the follow-through, the toe of the golf shoe on my right foot flipped loose.
Yes, this is a crisis for a guy who plays Golf Like You’re Poor -- a GLYPer -- and has zero in his budget for equipment. That shoe is going to continue to break down as long as I keep swinging correctly and transferring my weight, so I better find a way to get a new pair....
Can’t I ever give it a rest? Do I always have to spout off about playing Golf Like You’re Poor?
I mean, come on, now’s the time for a break. It’s my family vacation next week, for crying out loud. Can’t a GLYPer get a vacation, too?...
I just got back from vacation in Hawaii, and the best things I brought back are words. Words! Yes, and I consider this an improvement, a meaningful accomplishment, from the souvenirs, memories and such I've brought home from previous vacations.
Used to, I’d bring back t-shirts. Though I did find a unique t-shirt this time fashioned from the red dirt of Kauai, most t-shirts reflect little from your vacation experience. The feeling of having them in my clothes drawer is just as hollow as the shirt itself.
In the days when I traveled a lot on business and had a free afternoon, I would bring back posters from a museum where there was a nice exhibit going on. The Art Institute of Chicago, the Kimbell in Fort Worth, that nice Degas show from the National Gallery of Art in Washington D.C., and the vivid, striking paint of Eugene Delacroix on display that time in Philly all are still hanging from my wall. I’d stick the poster in a flimsy frame when I got home, and maybe that‘s where my fascination of being cheap got started.
Pictures? I hated bringing along a camera. It was just another thing I’d forget in the rental car. Now I can take a few shots through my phone and “develop” them on facebook. That’s cool, and I did it this time around.
But words? It happened when I noticed there was a book on golf in Hawaii on the coffee table in the house we rented with the others in our travel group. It was published in 2001 and written by a man I’d never heard of before, Evan Schiller. Though it was a picture book typical of something laying on a coffee table (the title is Golf Courses of Hawaii), I found Schiller’s words were just as impressive as the photos.
When I blurt out the motto Golf Like You’re Poor, I think Schiller expressed it quite well in these few paragraphs from his book:
“The great artist Picasso said ‘Art cannot be taught, it can only be found.’ This may also be true of golf. It is my opinion that golf, like art, can be found, but only within us. One simply discovers golf and then expresses it in one form or another.
“There is a real joy in golf and in life that I have discovered comes when I create each shot and each moment freshly without being bound to my past.
“Some time ago I discovered I could create a purpose for creating the golf or photographing the courses that inspired me, as opposed to one that culture had imposed on me. The game I had been playing was one in which I was usually concerned about how I looked and what other people thought of me … you discover new possibilities for yourself and the game you had not imagined.”
Golf is found within us, and it’s best shared. In my case, it’s through the expression of words. There is real joy in golf! Indeed. In golf, you are the creator, and you behold the created. And, best, you don’t have to let anyone impose anything on you! You find what’s best, adapt it, and discover possibilities you had not imagined.
I was fortunate to play golf -- even if it was just nine holes on a municipal course -- in a place as beautiful as Kauai. But capturing these words is far better. They won’t shrink or fade, and they won’t get lost.
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I'm not going to kid myself. I know that people who read about golf also play a lot of golf. And they want to play the best courses and try not to bat an eye when they pay the green fee. So the prospects of this blog, which chronicles a golfer who has to limit his number of rounds to the cheapest ones he can find, having much traction with those folks is pretty far fetched.
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Here’s one of my problems in golf: The trees can’t knock my drives toward the fairways, and my email’s spam filter can’t block the lousy offers I get via golf courses from landing in my inbox. Good ones do roll my way, even if they drop into the hole at the rate of my birdie putts.
You can put a red number on my scorecard now because I just got an email with a really imaginative golf offer. It comes from Woodlake Golf Club, which was the site of the PGA Tour’s Texas Open during a stretch in the ‘70s including the year NCAA champion Ben Crenshaw came down from University of Texas following his college eligibility and won in his first try on tour.
This is a course that has struggled the past few years with its condition, and I wonder if it will survive the development of real estate that’s been eating up the open ground along the northeast edge of San Antonio. But there’s been little struggle that I can tell with the management of the course, at least in terms of using imagination to get people to play there.
The latest move has the Woodlake golf operation teaming up with American Express’ “Small Business Saturday.” A cardholder is required to register online to get a one-time $25 credit if a good or service is purchased at a participating small business this Saturday (Nov. 26, 2011). Woodlake is participating, so it looks like I’m in line for a refunded green fee, range balls and change left over for a snack between nines.
There’s still some computer red tape to go, and perhaps some fine print that I may have missed. So we’ll see how it goes. I don't have to play Saturday. As long as I buy the round on Saturday, I'm good to go when I have time to get back out there (I can even get the card bought over the phone and not worry about driving out there until I'm ready to play).
This course normally offers some every-day value for a golfer always on the lookout for it. But the greens became spotty about a year ago, a new superintendent was hired, then the Texas drought came along and hasn’t helped matters out there -- I imagine; I haven’t played there in a while.
But this offer gives me reason to go out and check the place again, and possibly return it to my playing rota. I need that, I need a place like this, because more places that offer value and stay vibrant can work to keep green fees down. The operator of the municipal courses here has announced a green-fee increase. So I’ll vote against their green-fee increase by slapping down some plastic on the counter of the golf shop across town.
I imagine the credit card’s mindset is to get people to look at an alternative to the big-box stores. I like the alternative. Particularly, I like being able to make the choice. And I like it in golf.
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