Cabin Fever
by Indoor Chip
I have spent my weekends in golf limbo since the rains began in earnest in November. Cloistered on my usual corner stool, I have been locked on to The Weather Channel. Yes, you read that correctly, The Weather Channel. I am in search of a favorable Doplar reading of enough blue skies to get nine holes in with out the aid of flotation devices.
My ever ready commiserate, Bill Feeley, produced a very nice inflatable ring with a duck head on it. “Hey Chip, he said. if you can’t beat them, join them."
I let this comment pass, as I so often do, and sequestered deeper into my golf gloom watching a dark red section fill the screen. My spirits dipped lower as I looked out over the course and the 17 new lakes that seemed to have instantly appeared. Then it hit me, Bill as misguided as he sometimes is, was right. You read that correctly too. Join them was the key.
With the help of some evil golf geniuses, like Keith Gonsalves and SteveO Desantis, we could rig carts to travel through our fairway lakes. Imagine airboat carts like the ones they use in the swamps of Florida and Colma floating over our fairways. We could fix others with sails and outriggers to utilize our ever present twenty miles an hour winds. We might even earn some kind of “Going Green” award from the state.
“I could see the city using these crafts in the summer months on the lakes of 2, 11, and 18 as rentals, said SteveO. This new revenue stream might lead to course improvements, cheaper beer prices and global peace.” Suddenly these rains weren't an advisory, but a soggy friend. My cabin fever wasn’t quite so severe. Billy, I said, grab your umbrella. We got a $5-$5-$10 with Bryan and the Big Cat.