Observations, guidelines, and stories from my year as the single golfer.
They spot me coming towards them on the first tee. Ragged bag, hand-me-down clubs, trail running shoes. Their practice swings stall. What the hell are we in for? Brings me a smile every time.
I am the single. The one guy the group hopes to not encounter.
Now that we’ve established a smattering of guidelines in Part 1 of The Single , here are a few of my more memorable stories from my rounds as the single. Let’s start with the…
