I was asked to tee it up with a few of my good friends. I don’t know why I agreed as I’d like to say I am a has-been. This past weekend was the first time I touched a club in 2022. I had no expectations, and it was so good to see my chums. I piped my first drive but shanked my approach. It was like that for the next three rounds at the Corey Creek Member-Guest. I felt bad for my partner as I let him down. He can still play, but I was very little help.

I saw some old faces, and many congratulated me on a successful hoops season. Several asked about fishing, and a few gave me some love for my writings in Webb Weekly. But, “What happened to Jamie Spencer?” was the talk of the tournament. Oh, the memories. Didn’t you win this a few years back?

I used to be solid. I swear. Feel free to look at my scrapbook. I even have a few participation trophies. Why did I think I can still compete at this level? I don’t miss these tournaments, but I do miss the interactions. You have to play it where it lies. No mulligan? What are you putting for? Perhaps I should’ve stayed in the Scramble circuit. 

My entire life was built around golf. My first real job was with the United States Golf Association. I worked for White Deer Golf Course for 15 great seasons. I also coached the golf team at Lycoming College for 16 years. Yes. This game was a huge part of my life.

I am now getting ready to play in the Member-Guest at Williamsport Country Club. I was up all night long reading Golf My Way by Jack Nicklaus. I am only hoping for some redemption. The range was rather busy, and I tried to hide. I shook a few hands, and now it is time. I will do my best. Fairways and greens. Cheers.