Rain delays are underrated. The best ones are usually when golf doesn’t stand a chance. A few friends, some cold beers, and nowhere else to go makes for good conversation. It’s easy to get sucked in and often hard to leave. The soothing sounds of Summer fall from the sky; a metronome for seasoned front porch storytellers. The steady pounding storm mixes well with the laughter and exclamation of stranded golfers. Tall tales and other banter echoes across tables while desperate players stare up at the sky and wonder, “Is this the heavy stuff?” Hope for golf fades with every roll of thunder. With each passing drink the need to resume play drifts further away — disappearing like stormwater down the parking lot. Instead of a few extra holes, it’s another story or a couple of jokes that make me late for dinner. If golf is going to be canceled, there are certainly worse ways to do it.
Each day I post a short golf story like this on my Instagram page @JayRevellWrites – now I’m bringing those musings to my website. Be sure to check in each day for my latest expressions on the game!