Snakes…

"Talked to Marshall and he reported several snake sightings. Fellow golfers have also reported sightings. Use extra caution."  

On Monday, this warning came to me via email from the local golf course. Spring has apparently sprung for our local reptile population. Good for them, bad for me.

So, for the time being, when tee shots wander or fairway irons catch heavy rough, I'll give the ophidian population of Burbank a wide berth and instead take a drop. After all, it's hard enough to remember to keep my left elbow straight, and my head down, and my eye on the ball, and pivot my hips, and putt with confidence without also keeping my ears piqued for a nearby rattle.

I doubt the players at Augusta this week are more worried about snakes than Hole #11, the infamous "White Dogwood." Which just goes to show how vexing golf can be. Since when are dogwoods more frightening than snakes?!?

“It took me seventeen years to get three thousand hits in baseball. It took one afternoon on the golf course.” - like Augusta, another Georgia institution, former MLB Hall of Famer Hank Aaron