From the Heart
The north wind doth blow and we shall have snow. And Chuck Leonard is headed to the golf course.
So it was Wednesday afternoon when my husband stopped by the dealership on his way to his happy place. If you remember the weather that day was cold and blustery.
I knew that the Stony Creek Masters Par 3 Golf Tournament was scheduled for that day. Surely it would be canceled.
Boy was I wrong.
Chuck had a big grin as he told me he was headed out to play golf. Seriously.
My husband is the most passionate golfer I have ever known. 36 degrees with a gusty wind, making it shiver weather. Add the snow flurries at tee off and there might have been a little frost on the golf balls.
I kid you not as I looked at him when he left my office, he was like a kid heading out to play in the snow. I had one happy, determined husband.
Chuck called later after he had played nine holes. He hit two pars and seven bogeys for a 34. OK in July, but better in the brutal snowy days of April.
Forty-some, die-hard senior men, faced the frozen tundra to celebrate the opening of golf season. Neither snow nor sleet nor the winds of what seems like the 74th day of January would deter them. Several of them were captured in a video teeing off. It was a bit comical. You could barely hear the commentary for the wind blowing.
Those senior men were bundled up like an older version of the Bob Gregory little weather kid in the commercial, way back in the 80s. I would say that all those layers and the wind chill factor challenged their handicap that day.
When I got home that evening Chuck gave me both a golf report and a weather report from his day at the golf course. He smiled as he told me about his day. He said everyone who finished received a cup of hot chocolate. What? No medals for bravery?
Ninety minutes out in the wind, just above freezing temps. Snow blowing in his face and my husband could not have been happier. A day with a wind chill factor of below freezing may also go down in his record book as well as his score.
Bless his heart and all his frozen parts. Now we will spend the weekend watching the Masters Tournament being played in sunny warm Georgia. Those guys may be pros at the Masters at Augusta but the real golfers were at Stony Creek on Wednesday.