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The Popliteus and the Driver
I didn't know I had a popliteus until my knee filed a complaint. Then Texas wind asked for power I couldn't pay for—and my driver became a polite suggestion.
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Golf Karen
Not the internet Karen. Arizona Saturday—chirps, Sabres history, a piped drive into a tree on six, the hero shot in the water, and why scoring is still dirty work.
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Demo Day
Ninety minutes before the first golfer arrived, my son was sitting on a tee box at Torrey Pines while I fixed a bug in production. That's the story I expected to tell. It's not the story that matters.
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Breakfast Ball
Range felt like I had it. First tee said I didn’t. TPC Scottsdale, a breakfast ball, and the part nobody talks about—the searching, not the bad shot.
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The Playground
No context. No introductions beyond first names. No job titles. No history. Just two people and a tee box. Golf is the last playground.
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The Golf Dome
Alzheimer's took almost everything from my Uncle Tom. It couldn't take his swing. And it couldn't take his brothers.