if tiger was a friend of billy’s…

27 02 2009

img_3812Now that the snow has been melted by the rain (even tho there is more in the forecast for the next few days – we don’t think it will be much) Michigan golfers will start to get the early itch.  Just seeing grass makes them froth at the mouth.  It will just take a few warm days and some sunshine taking the squish out of the step – and before you know it, they’ll be back on the links.

I heard the Golf Channel commentary coming out of the Dr.’s sanctuary. I poked my head in. “Tiger’s back!”,  he sighed.  The perfect back drop to working and dreaming at the same time.

And just to show that the golf ghosts are once again stirring – yesterday one of the two sets of clubs that are in hibernation on our basement stairs landing – toppled over into the kitty litter (busting the box I might add).  They are alive! Soon, oh so soon, office hours will be shortened and important “meetings” on the course will begin – especially for Best Boy and the DotCross hooligans.

Nestled behind the bags are a couple of plastic food containers filled with golf balls. Billy’s eternal gift to any and all golfers he knew. Back in the day when we was still driving, he’d disappear from the house for a few hours and go park his car on the road that runs alongside a few of holes of the country club.  Off on his hunt he’d go, collecting stray golf balls to give to his friends.  He always had that in mind when he’d squirrel away suitable recyclable containers for gift presentation.

There is still a back stash in the basement at his house and I’m thinking maybe I’ll just let you bid for them…