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Randy and the gang at Rockbottum Country Club pontificate on Rockbottum wisdom and skeletal golf, among other madness.

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I Learn About Tour Golf...

Shortly after the Auntie Grizz incident, Dad packed us into the old Nash and headed for Dallas.  Dad's reason for heading cross-country (remember, this was in the days before interstate highways) involved furthering his golf career by learning the secret of golf from his hero Ben Hogan, who just happened to be playing a tournament down there in Texas.   To this day, I am still convinced that rather than visiting with Ben, Dad was actually endeavoring to escape from Great Grandma Mitty and her
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My Introduction to Golf

Ive been in golf a long time, but I still remember my first taste of golf.  It tasted like persimmon and brass with a hint of fescue.  It was in my backyard in Tennessee, circa 1958, and Dad was giving Auntie Grizz a golf lesson.  Her real name was Griselda, but Grizz was more fitting, as she was a big, powerful bear of a woman.   I was warned, repeatedly, to beware Auntie Grizz and her vicious backswing, but as I was three years old, I had trouble paying attention to instructions.  I was also
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