A night as a sub, and I’m on a roll

The Commish sent me over a text asking of my availability for the little golf league that could. She had a meeting she couldn’t miss. I was thrilled when my appointed Tuesday arrived with blue skies. This summer of yuck has kept my golfing to a minimum. The glory of a post-work nine at pretty…

Splitting up, we all play 9 holes

When last we checked in on our eight-golfer league, dark was dampening our spirits on Monday nights at Northern Pines in Cicero. So Commish ended last week’s shortened play with a talk with the higher-ups at the course just outside of Syracuse, N.Y. They suggested the best route was to separate our foursomes, each to…