The Sweet Torture of Florida Golf
- Michelle Eidam
- Apr 20, 2020
- 1 min read

Florida, land of sunshine and impeccably manicured greens designed to shatter my golf dreams. But hey, I'm up for a challenge!
I'm a relative newcomer to this maddening sport. Three years ago, "tee time" meant nothing to me. Then, a job driving the beer cart on a gorgeous course lured me in, and now I'm addicted to this rollercoaster of a game.
Wedgefield Golf Course offered a masterclass in humility. The greens? Flawless carpets of frustration. Fairways? Slightly less forgiving than concrete. But oh, when you strike it true, that ball takes flight... and flight... and quite frequently a detour into the nearest water hazard. But isn't that what keeps us coming back? The fleeting moments of pure golfing brilliance, followed by the crushing reality check that is this sport.
Still, any day that ends with a celebratory cigar for my favorite golf buddy and a sublime dinner with a special wine pairing at our favorite spot is a good day indeed. Cheers!





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