Bird got a birdie after a gorgeous iron tee shot on a par three as I was back to my informal little formal golf league at Northern Pines in Cicero, N.Y., last night.
He narrowly missed a second namesake. He was in a very good mood as the five of us filed into the clubhouse. He spied this hat sitting on a table, declared me old school and stuck it on my head.
Laughing, Bird told me to make sure I captioned said photo with the new golf league nickname he gave me last night, Blogamous Maxamous. I tried to get him to tweak it to Blogamous Markamous, but he would have none of that.
And so now I have a golf league nickname along with Bird, DJ, Morelli and Commish.
I had two pars last night after missing last week for that super week in Cape Cod.
About the Viking headwear just lying around … No, Northern Pines was prepping for a Night Golf Tournament later this week, and there were enough of these babies for each golfer to put upon their noggins, along with the glow balls and glow sticks that will go in the holes. Apparently these old school monstrosities will make the participants far easier to see out there marauding through the darkened hills and dales.
What do you think would be the best location and time for you to wear a Viking hat? If you played night golf, do you think you’d prefer to swing with your eyes open or closed? What would be your favorite weird hat to show up with to play golf in one round?