When my TV station has events for its business clients the on-air-staff is often invited. We are a visible part of the company. In some ways we’re the most visible part. That’s why I drove with Al Terzi to the Hartford Golf Club tonight.
Very nice. I enjoy meeting our clients and schmoozing, I’m good at schmoozing.
I impressed one guy tonight by knowing of the “Canadian Ballet,” the name given the strippers who worked the clubs in Ft. Erie, Ontairo across the border from Buffalo.
The Hartford Golf Club is wow! Beautiful and beautifully maintained.
I’m trying to think of the best way to say this, but basically I’m glad I wasn’t picking up the tab!
It’s a golf club and as you might expect the patio where folks mingled featured a view of the course. Again, beautiful and beautifully maintained. I heard people praising the course because it wasn’t too hard.
People always ask me, “Do you play golf?”
I have the best hours for it, my workday starts at 3:00 PM. I live near some very nice public courses.
The problem is I suck at golf. It’s not like I didn’t try. I took lessons. I practiced. I never got better.
Shank. Slice. Miss. Miss, again!
The only hole I ever parred benefited from a bounce off a well placed tree! You can’t make that stuff up.
When my folks lived here I often played with my dad. Father’s are forgiving. I gave up golf because it was unfair to the non-family members I then played with!
“Oh, you’re not that bad,” people will say. No, really I am that bad! Waiting for me takes the fun out of the game.
I miss walking the course. At Laurel View here in Hamden I could walk and carry. That was decent exercise out in the sun.
It’s just not meant to be. Golf and I just weren’t made for a lasting relationship. Still, I’ll always cherish what we had.
3 thoughts on “Schmoozing At The Golf Course”
My husband played through the years – weekends, golf league, tournaments…until he realized how much he didn’t like running home from work for his league and after a rough day at work playing so crappy at something he should have enjoyed. So he stopped. Our son on the other hand loves it and gets better just about every outing!
My husband and son played golf with you and your Dad many years ago in Hamden. They were a twosome and so were you. They had a good time and you even mentioned them on the air that night. Must have been 18 years ago. Now we live in Southwest Fl. and my husband plays twice a week. Our son is still in Ct. and plays whenever he can. I don’t think he has gotten much better at the game but it is fun and he gets to spent time outdoors with his friends. So don’t give it up because you don’t think you play well. How many people actually are good golfers anyway?
Don’t feel bad. A good friend of mine tried to teach me to hit a golf ball. After several hours of frustrating work, he suggested I take up some other sport–I could not hit the ball straight or consistently to save my life…