Hole No. 4 no longer has Doug Blough to kick around. The curse of the par-3, God-forsaken, rattlesnake-waitin’, triple bogie-baitin’ short drive into hell has been broken. I beat the … more

So I’m driving the mile home from a local pub after a mere pittance of beer when at the end of 29th Street, I theoretically stopped before turning for my final hundred yards. Pulling into my … more