I thought I was prepared mentally for the difference between the balmy winter golf of
Phoenix, versus the cabin-fevered inactivity of . . . Prague
I thought I was conditioned by the inexorable approach of winter weather in
But the snow shrouded fairways fill me with melancholy. Then enforced idleness makes my joints and muscles ache even more than the aguing cold . . . My PC Golf games whet my appetite, rather than temporize it . . .
The yearning to play golf itself is intense, but to play these particular fairways, is even more intense . . . in this picture we can see #2 & #9 . . . just as I did last summer, I hunger to hit the big drive past the big tree in the middle of #2, and wedge onto the green, and have another go at a birdie, which so far has eluded me . . . just like last summer, I hunger to hit the big drive and the solid mid-iron across the road on #9, then wedge close for another go at a birdie, which so far has eluded me . . . tho’ once I made a “virtual” birdie, after hooking my 2nd OB.