April 30, 2019

Surprise, surprise! The following day after our first thunderstorm (a few flashes of lightning, a couple peals of thunder, and a couple of two-minute downpours was about all she wrote), there I was at my local Fry’s and what do I behold, but the first Sam Adams Summer Ale of the year! The Summers always arrive here in the Valley of the Sun earlier than they do up in the still-Springy Northeast, where they’re still having to tolerate that lousy Cold Snap, which is most definitely not to my liking.

I also enjoy the Sam Octoberfest and the Winter Lager greatly, and the Boston Lager is my go-to beer when all else fails, but there’s something special about the first Summer Ale of the year. For one thing, it arrives just as we’re getting into the 90s pretty much every day with the triple digits not-too-far over the distant horizon. But more than that, it’s the expectation of all the places I’ll be enjoying Summer Ales between now and when the fall arrives: golfing both here in the Valley of the Sun and with my Goodboys pals back in Massachusetts. Refreshing nite-caps at the Casa Blanca just down the street from where my dad is living (where the Summer Ale drafts are always wicked fresh)! During Goodboys Invitational weekend, of course, and, after that, in Newport, Rhode Island where I plan on spending a couple of nights before heading back into the July monsoon. It’s just exciting to think of all the restaurants, bars, and golf courses that I’ll be able to enjoy a cold, refreshing Summer Ale with good friends while recalling so many cold and frosty Summers from the past, in both good times and not-so-good.

…Not to mention the nite-caps on our redesigned patio and soon-to-be redesigned pool deck under happy pineapple and flamingo lights. But more on that to come!

Even with its slightly-altered recipe (I couldn’t tell the difference) my first bottle tasted great with freshly-grilled teriyaki vegetables and chicken from the soon-to-be redesigned “Sun Deck”. But more on that to come!

Prior to heading over for grocery shopping I bought a medium bucket and worked very hard on my driver at the Kokopelli G,C. driving range. After my fairly-pathetic performance off the tee at Superstition Springs a couple of weekends ago, I’ve decided that I absolutely despise taking back my driver only 3/4 and in the fairly upright plane I’ve been using for, like, years. So today I’ve decided to go the almost-full Paula Creamer and take more aggressive swings while flattening out my takeaway just a tad. Y’see, the primary miss of my 3/4, steep takeaway has been a big banana slice, which I absolutely despise. I don’t know why that is (and I don’t really care) – all I know is that I hate that damned trajectory.

…I realize, of course, that lengthening my swing and flattening it out can lead to pulls when I jump at the ball, but I think I can learn to live with that as long as I don’t start my transition too soon and get too active with my upper body. I’m willing to give in to my natural fade and accept the fact that drawing the ball and/or hitting it dead straight will never be my calling card, but I’ll accept the longer and straighter drives, which I absolutely crave right now. After all, isn’t the driver is supposed to be the most fun club in the bag? So I’m committing myself to having some fun with it. And if I’m going to go down, my attitude is that I’m going to go down swinging. Hey, Tiger Woods isn’t – and never has been – known as a great driver of the ball, so why can’t The Great White Shank be a little more like Tiger Woods?

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