To be labeled as “Underrated” something must be a) that which we golfers appreciate though rarely ever think directly about and b) would suffer greatly if it were to disappear from our narrow-minded yet tradition bound landscape.
No this is not a rant on the demise of that most pleasurable of sounds…the spikes in your FootJoys raking across the pavement…or the matching leather headcovers that came on your Kro-Flite’s…or the joy of finding a smile-less Titleist in the rough…no they among others will come along in our next topic “Things I Miss In Golf”
This post is about something so simple, so perfect in it’s discretion, the ingenious yet natural. I give you…
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“The Traveler”
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Credit: Eddie B
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I’ve watched the Governor, dear ol’ Uncle Tubby, request a sleeve (not a couple, mind you, but a sleeve) of plastic Secession cups on his way out of Beaufort and headed back to O’burg. There he goes, almost out the door, sleeve of plastic cups under his arm, and he abruptly turns and heads back to the bar.
“You’d better fill one of these up for the Governor,” he said to Big Mike.
Ah, the traveler.