I have noticed that you are not so active in the forum lately (and that your daily average has dropped from 4,03 down to 3,90) and that makes me wonder if everything is well?
Please enjoy the music as you read my response below.
After hitting the recent 9,000 post mark, maybe I just decided to sit and stare and rock!
Naah . . .
No problemo on my end: I'm teaching at Cuscowilla from early AM to dusk every day. The nights are full, too, with people and events I could not script (including my wife and, on occasion, my daughter, son-in-law -- "bought boat will travel" -- and five grandkids!).
Also, I've been heavily involved in the logistics of bringing my team of five Lynn Blake Certified Master Professionals to Plainfield CC (NJ) this August (our sixth year) for The Barclays, an $8,000,000 PGA TOUR event and the first in the FeEdExCup Series. This includes working with Barclays project managers to design the ideal floor plan of our dedicated The Barclays Golf Academy pavilion directly off the 18th green.
Not to mention a terrific amount of teaching, curriculums design, and admin re my Lynn Blake Certified Instructor program. Plus my upcoming Pro Instructor training next week in NJ. And, the following Monday at Memphis with Grant Robbins, U of M men's golf coach, and his selected participants.
Then, with Brian Gay and his caddie Kip Henley Tuesday-Wednesday, both playing in the Memphis St. Jude on the PGA TOUR. Kip, a Class 'A' Tennessee Section PGA professional, took a week off the bag before the PGA Championship at Whistling Straits, shot 10-under-par, and won the 2010 Tennessee PGA Section Championship. Hence, his exemption into the Memphis St. Jude.
There's a story here.
Player and Caddie.
Mano a mano.
Can't make it up.
Always, Air, you are in my thoughts. You are the quintessential, high-handicap amateur who always thought himself doomed to a low golf life . . . one, let's say, 'less lived by'.
Then comes you and me.
We've got this thing by the neck, Air. Now, lets just choke it to death!
Twenty-three hours separate us on the lesson tee, but . . .