I'm staring directly at a picture of the 11th hole at Erin Hills. Beautiful poofy, white clouds overhead, a stand of green, lush trees in the distance. A golden fescue, knee-length surrounds the too-good-to-be true surgically cut fairway that approaches a green that is as smooth as glass, contoured to spit away any errant approach shots. I can feel the gentle, summer breeze on the back of my neck as I look at the slightly blown flag atop the pin...
And then I look outside and see blackish, brown and in certain spots yellow snow. Ice forms a base underneath it all repelling sweet, life-giving sun (HA! Sun!). Snow covers the landscape mocking me as we delve deeper into the woe that is March in this God-forsaken wasteland that is Wisconsin.
Ben? Can you post some pics of beautiful, sunny Arizona? Or better yet, can you punch Mother Nature in the face?
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