Getting even with your nemesis hole

This article orginally appeared in the Spring 2017 edition of ClubLink Life. Ezine #8—For as long as Jordan Spieth steps on the tee box of No. 12 at Augusta National, I’ll bet he will suffer a little pinch of pain in his psyche. I'm also betting he'll get over it. The talented Texan has made a mess of the beautiful par-three in the last two Masters: in 2016, Spieth was leading when he dunked two shots in Rae’s Creek, made a seven and … [Read more...]

How horrible Howard became truly humble—and a better golfer

Ezine #7—The breaking point for Howard Glassman came when he almost broke a club. After yet another crappy drive, his M1 driver was in imminent danger. “I came this close to hammering one of those rock tee blocks.” He had not broken 80 in about two weeks, which for a scratch player is an extended stay in golf hell. He was also worried about sliding back into being the "horrible" angry golfer that he was about 15 years ago. He asked me … [Read more...]

How Lou Reed taught me to play better golf

Ezine #4—I had the coolest job in the world. In my world, at least. In 1986, I was the music critic for the Canadian Press news agency in Toronto. I was paid to listen to albums, go to concerts and interview rock stars, and write about it all. Among the folks I interviewed one-on-one were David Bowie, Robert Plant, Peter Gabriel and Joe Strummer. Usually, I was pretty cool about meeting these people, but every once in a while I’d get … [Read more...]

The paradoxical freeing power of commitment

I’ve got a riddle for you: Let’s say you’re playing golf by yourself and you have to use a washroom. You just gotta. So you leave your golf bag on the tee. While you’re in the loo, say your golf bag falls over. There’s no one there to hear it land on the ground. Does it make a noise? Super deep, eh? It’s good for you to think about stuff like that—at least for a few seconds before you look it up on Google. Ok. I got something else for … [Read more...]

My end-of-the-season ritual: It’s over and I’m good with that

I am not grieving the end of the golf season. I’m done and I’m good with it. I’ve accepted that I won’t be hitting the little white ball off green grass for another five months, except in the unlikely event that I go south this winter. Over the past half-dozen years or so, I’ve followed a season-ending ritual that allows me to segue into winter unbridled with sorrow and longing. If you are “normal” person, you may not grasp the pathos of … [Read more...]