|PLAYING FROM THE WHITES|
But I never played from the white tees. That is, until last week. Might as well get this out of the way-I played them twice. And I liked it! The senior tees. The ones just behind the red ones designated for women. The ones that are in front of all the water I used to have to hit over. The ones where on many holes, hitting the big dog is out of the question. I found myself feeling like Camilo Villegas. I was suddenly young and spry with a quickened pace and the vigor and stamina of youth. I found myself choosing clubs instead of thinking "hit everything you got."
So what will the future hold for me as I glide smoothly into my sixties? Will the lure of hitting 7-irons into the par 4s instead of 9-woods begin to call so loudly I won't be able to resist? Will the abundance of 3s and 4s on the card start to intoxicate me? Will I be able to get over my wife's ribbing as we get set to tee off from basically the same place?