Thoughts From a Foolish Golf Course Superintendent

A young Superintendent strains to play the part of a Superintendent; an old one fights to play the part of a ‘normal’ man, that is, a non-Superintendent, to which, he is destined to have limited success. (8/2/17)

A man who becomes a Superintendent receives some praise; a woman who retires a Superintendent deserves doubly more.  (8/1/17)   [Photograph from Kami G.: maintenance path on a local golf course.]

A Superintendent who lives his days in sorrow welcomes a new season; one who lives his days in joy mourns the passing of time. (7/30/17)

The heat of the moment often thwarts the cool of an event. (7/30/17)

Topdressing makes greens faster like swinging hard produces longer drives. (7/29/17)

When the days are long, the difference in driving the course in the morning and evening is the difference between joy and misery: I say it again, the difference in driving the course in morning and evening is the difference between misery and joy. (7/28/17)

Some addictions are worse than others; some dependencies are better than others.  [7/27/17]

[Our moisture probe had some problems last week.  Despite having managed courses for years without one, I nearly had a panic-attack.]

A young Superintendent dwells on the words of a disgruntled golfer; a wise one listens to the words of a beating heart. (7/26/17)

Everything has a purpose.  (7/25/17)

[One to check the label.  One to spray in low light.  One to spray in the bright light.]

It is difficult to confirm and bolster a greenkeeper’s value and self-esteem when he is prohibited from entering the clubhouse restaurant; I say it again, sharing a meal with a man does a lot more than fill an empty stomach. (7/24/17)