The boy is now 13. He's taken up a sudden interest in golf. I'm working on getting him some clubs that are not mine (still rolling with the Tom Wishon 770 CFEs and the Adams woods), because I remember what I did to my dad's clubs when I was younger. I have a friend who has offered up a free set of "30 year old Pings that are still in pretty good shape." I haven't seen them yet, but I'm guessing they're probably Zings or Zing 2s. Which are honestly sort of money. I'm kind of hoping he has a rad old Ping putter that I may swipe and give the boy one of the crappy ones I still have lying around.

Just when I thought I was out, they drag me back in. Cheers former friends.

I remember golf. My 12 year old still has great hair. Still gives no *feces*s about golf. Taller than his mom, almost taller than me.

I've heard of bands.

I picked Packers. I am fail.

 

Well. This died a moderately ignoble death.

Since I wrote this I've likely played 6-8 rounds. Each consecutively worse than the one before. I still enjoy the game, and wish I actually had time to play, and someone to play with. I have a friend who keeps trying to get me out, but I think he's good, and that's not the motivation it used to be.

The boy just turned 11, and he gives zero *feces*s about golf.

On the occasion I actually golf, I'm still using the Wishon irons and hybrids with Adams Redline woods. So yeah. It's been a minute since I bought clubs. But I'm just as terrible regardless.

I like Ghost a lot. Tobias Forge is Swedish so it counts. I looked it up.

It's a fun place to get drunk and pretend like you know how to swing a club. It isn't inexpensive.

I was hoping you had graduated to collecting skulls.

You guys ok out there?

Crazy. No idea why I decided to check in on GolfHos. I guess I don't get emails from here anymore, but for some reason I decided to give it a look. I was surprised to see posts from this year. 

The quarantine has been interesting. I haven't been in my office since March, 2020. I learned this week they took it away from me. Seems like working from home suits me. Which is good because I may have forgotten how to wear pants.

Kind of happy to see some of you are still breathing. I played golf last year right before the world ended. It was poor.

Holy crap. This place is still a thing?

... not with a bang, but with a *fudge* all.

Well, it was a good thing we had going. For a minute. The internet is a weird place. I'm glad for the opportunity I had to meet those who I did (Uisce-- wherever the *fudge* he went, Aske-- because *goshdarn* metal, Mike (I forget your user name, sorry)-- who I golfed with once, picked up a really nice mountain bike, and also some Jack Daniels single barrel...) And those of you I never got the chance to meet: Gleek, Stroh, Dystopia, Jules, Clive, that weird English dude who corrected me on my pronunciation of "twat"... Um... Little Ray, Jimmy the Fish, Tommy Two Nuts...

Anyway, I check back now and again, but I'm probably done checking back at this point. As are most of the rest of you too, it seems. Life happens. Family, kids, pr0n... that sort of thing. I don't even really golf anymore, so *fudge* it.

Thanks for the memories. Long ago though they were. If you're wanting to stay in touch, and god knows why you would, find me on Facebook. (Matt Palmer and/or spaceage.) If not, *fudge* all y'all bitches. 

I'm doing the best I can. But I can't do it alone.