Dreaming of warmer weather

Living in the middle of the United States is really starting to piss me off. having a limited time window to play golf is truly the worst. What makes this torture feel especially painful is what has been gracing my TV and most of my social media feeds for the past few days. The Pebble Beach Pro-am. what a treat to see 60 degrees, sun and players having the time of their lives while I look down at my phone to 19 degrees and a windchill of -2.

The golf season is really starting to ramp up and on one hand it’s very exciting because golf is back. on the other watching from the couch knowing you’re two months away from a T in the ground feels like the dictionary definition of seasonal depression. Watching guys fight to make the cut on Thursday and Friday and then settling in to the weekend to watch them pull of some of the best golf shots possible to get a win on the PGA Tour is just one of the better things in all of sports (in my opinion). The season really gets kicked off by the tournament that needs no introduction in April. I’m not sure I get more excited for anything in the world of sports. Possibly an Ohio State playoff game or National Championship? The first week of April always feels like Christmas morning.

I feel like maybe I should pack up all of my shit and just move to someplace that’s warm all the time so I can just play golf until I pass away on the right side of a fairway when I’m 80 years old. Unfortunately, nobody will pay me to play golf, im currently hitting 25% of fairways so that plan doesn’t have a ton of momentum.

as a golf junkie I will more than likely be trying to T it up the end of this month if the weather breaks 45 degrees. I will be calling all clubhouses in the area to see if they’d be letting psychopaths like me and my friends come and swing the sticks. Until I win the lottery I guess I’ll just keep watching early tournaments on TV, year after year, find myself dreaming of warmer weather.