Salute to St. Andrews

We heard it first on the BBC World Service. 

The members of the Royal and Ancient Golf Club of St. Andrews in Scotland have voted to admit female members.

It only took them 260 years. Better late than never, we say, to do the right thing. 

At this time, WNMLF Golf League members have elected not to go through the application process as we believe that St. Andrews is probably not ready for us.   

In any case, we raise a toast to St. Andrews and their future women members. Hit a few shots for us, ladies. We are with you in spirit.

Scramble = Golf With Friends

In another part of the sports world, WordsWith Friends is a version of Scrabble. 

It strikes us that in our golf world,   playing Scramble golf should be called Golf with Friends. 

We LOVE Scramble.   

It doesn’t matter if you’re having a bad day or you’re playing on an impossibly hard course. All you need is one friend who has a better hit, and you pick up your golf ball (if you can find it after that miserable tee shot) and move it to the spot where one of your golfing buddies landed her shot on a much better hit. 

The more the merrier. Your odds of a great hit improve with more players in your round. 

It seems to us that Scramble, or Golf With Friends, is very compatible with the WNMLF philosophy of golf.   

If you’re out there, enjoy your day, the scenery, and the company of friends.  Otherwise, what’s the point?

The Big Miss, and other Internet Miracles

When we (not quite) accidentally clicked on a picture of Sandra Bulloch with a set of golf clubs, we got to some Golf Coach talking about the Big Miss.

“Golf is extremely frustrating.”   Stop the presses.  News bulletin.

“All mistakes can be fixed.” 

“These lessons that I will send to you ABSOLUTELY FREE will find your Big Miss.”

It seems to us that we have more than one Big Miss, and this guy would have a hard time diagnosing us from inside the computer.

“All you have to do is send me your email address.”

Ok, getting a little dicey here.

“One catch—you must devote your complete attention to all of these lessons.”

Can anyone say spyware?  Will pictures of us in our jammies watching these ABSOLUTELY FREE lessons be posted on the Cloud where one of these Hollywood junk magazines can steal them and embarrass us while the Internet buzzes about it?

We think we’ll just keep to our own Big Miss.

So sorry to decline this generous offer.