Excuse this self-indulgent post.
As a 57-year old and after 40 years of playing this wonderful game I'm about to pass my final milestone.
I'm about to play my 1000th lifetime golf course.
I once was a list chaser intent on playing every golf course in the universe. Hell-bent to play the top lists - 100s, US, world, daily fee, muni and even every course in my state (Maryland), I was driven by quantity enjoying the quality as I went.
That flame has flickered. Now I no longer even know how many courses on those various lists I've played.
Faded, but the playing golf flame continues to burn brightly.
I love golf.
Over the years I've been lucky enough to be a USGA slope/rating volunteer, PGA tournament volunteer, PGA tournament committee chairman, golf travel consultant, a rater, assisted my father writing a golf book, written dozens of golf articles myself and participated in these various discussion site forums.
I've been incredibly fortunate to have done it, all as a man of modest means.
In July I travel by myself to London. I'll rent a car and drive up the east course of England on my way to Doak's annual event at Renaissance. I have teetimes at Woodhall Spa (which I've never played). It's my 1000th course round. I will be playing by myself.
I've been asked by a golf magazine to write an essay about the experience. Any suggestions on how you would reflect on the experience would be appreciated. I'm thinking of sending them no words, just a large...
JC