erniefreeman's Blog

It had been a little more than 18 months since I had even picked up a golf club, much less played a round of golf.  It was the weekend of October 8th, 2006 in Nashville.  I was playing in an annual tournament with some of my friends (their pictures are on this blog) and I was supposed to win.  Well, there was one guy in the field who could play with me.  The others were relatively new.  And one in particular, Leonard Raglin, from Atlanta, is a guy that I had beaten almost every single time we played.  It would be fair to say that I taught him the game.  He beat me by twenty strokes.  Have I ever mentioned I'm a sore loser.  I'm a sore loser.  I did the figurative equivalent of throwing my clubs into the lake after that round.  I put them in the trunk of my car and had not touched them until Saturday.  I smacked around a big bucket of balls at a local driving range.  So, I'm swinging again.  The impetus for this re-introduction to the clubs is a golf tournament I've agreed to participate in a couple of months from now in South Carolina.  My cousin is involved with a charity in Columbia, so she asked me to play.  So, I'll be there.  And there are no losers in a tournament to raise money for charity.

Right?