Westchester Golf Course, not the one in New York the one next to LAX, is where my favorite group of addicts show up every Saturday. We have a group of 27 of which 14 are certifiable addicts. Actually anyone who plays there more than once must have some touch of the addiction. Westchester is owned by the L.A. Airport who ripped out 3 holes for a road expansion (they promise to rebuild them) is adjacent to a park where high schools routinely have battle of the bands concerts, and of course it lies directly across from the runway of the country's third busiest airport. The greens however, are sweet.
Our group is a mixed bag. We range in age from 25 to 81. From a couple of scratch golfers to a 21 handicap. We have a sprinkling of Brits, one of whom brings "bangers" from his shop for our lunch, carpenters, professional comedian, paint salesman, realtor, advertising guy, insurance broker, property manager and the list goes on. We have very little in common except our friendship and the addiction to golf.
For those of you who are as old as me you can remember as a kid when you not only knew your neighbors, you actually interacted with them. In my old neighborhood we had the same kind of mix that my golf group has and maybe that's one of the core causes of the addiction. Golf it seems, fills that need to belong. If we get to the point where we all wear blue bandanas and start flashing signs, I'll know we have gone too far.
At any rate its a great group and we play closest to the pin, low net, low gross and all the other side bets that are typical of the addiction. Last year we should have issued 1099s to a couple of guys.
If you want to see how these addicts interact go to www.bushsmith.ning.com
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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