My love for golf never wanes, but it sure knows when to subdue itself.
I’ve always been amazed by the fact that as the seasons begin to change in late September and early October, my passion for the game seems to burn less bright. Clearly, there is less golf to watch. There are fewer warm and sunny days during which to play. So, you could argue it’s a natural transition.
Isn’t there a chance it runs deeper though? Does my internal clock know when it’s time to shift away from golf because I’ve lived in this weather region my entire life? Or, would I feel the same if I lived down south year round?
The real question I’m trying to answer is this – would I love golf differently if I lived somewhere else? Does the lack of warm days make me appreciate it more?
The answer isn’t hard to find. It’s written on the faces of golfers from this area when they’re forced to sit a round out due to rain during the summer. It’s in smiles of the same golfers when the snow relents in March or April. I’m no different than them. Our love for golf is hardened by the snowy days as much as it’s nurtured by the summer sun.
Today though, the leaves are changing and the wind is blowing. I’d be bummed if this were June. But, it’s October, and somehow my golfing heart is content.
