Not long ago, I received a promotional email from a golf course my friends and I have often played during the winter, called Lyman Orchards. That got my hopes up -- but the email wasn't an announcement that the course had re-opened; it was an invitation to celebrate "National Pie Day" with "a Free 6-inch Pie." And the pie wasn’t really even free, since you had to buy $25 worth of other crap in order to get it. And then the weather turned almost vengeful: driving rain and sub-freezing temperatures. And then we got snow.
I’ve been passing this golf-free period by working -- or "working" -- and, when I think of it, throwing birdseed onto the hill outside my back door. And one day I noticed something interesting: the birds, with all their frenzied wing-flapping and hopping-around as they pushed and shoved each other to get at the seed, had cleared almost all the snow from the area where I’d been feeding them:
That made me wonder: could bird power be harnessed to keep golf courses open during the winter? Spread birdseed with crop-dusting planes, which can’t have anything better to do until spring, and let birds take it from there? Fairways and greens only, to keep costs down? I don’t know; I’m not an ornithologist. But let’s try it.
When my wife was in third grade, her Brownie leader didn't believe her when she said there was a bird with "tit" in its name, but my wife was right, and the photo above is proof. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, on a day when there was no functioning golf course within a hundred miles of where we live, the Sunday Morning Group went out to dinner, at a sports bar called 1st and 10.
Hacker (real name) ordered something that isn’t on the menu anymore but that the chef will make for you if you know to ask for it:
It's two hot dogs split the long way and wrapped in a tortilla with chili, bacon, cheese, and some other stuff, then dipped in batter and deep-fried -- and it comes with fries. I asked our waitress why it wasn’t still on the menu, and she said they took it off because no one but Hacker had ever ordered it.
Quite a few guys showed up that night. One who didn’t was Stanley. The day before, he had reported, by email: “Had a golfer’s knee installed on Monday. Now rehabbing. Legs the same length.” Hacker visited him a couple of days later:
Golfers who have knee replacements often figure they ought to get more handicap strokes. But shouldn't they actually lose strokes, to make up for how much better they feel? When I suggested that to the group, Stanley disagreed. "I have no doubt that the U.S.G.A. will soon ban this device,” he wrote from the rehab center. "However, my knee was installed prior to the change and is therefore grandfathered." We'll see.
The other thing we've been doing this winter is working on our relationship with our first (and, so far, only) official sponsor: Jagermeister. Our sweatshirts are at the embroidery shop right now, because we're having our names and some other stuff added to them. Even so, we've had a measurable impact on sales. A bridge partner of mine in Mississippi, who doesn't play golf but does read my blog, wrote to say that he is seriously thinking about buying a bottle. And Other Gene's wife, Diana, recently ordered some in a restaurant.
Just the beginning, my friend. Just the beginning.