We hear that a long-simmering summer-like tizzy is wilting the up-swept collars of the elite Woodstock Golf Club.Seems the golfers’ shorts are all in a wad about what to do with a certain member who seems to be winning a disproportionate number of formal rounds and tournaments. Without going into the excruciatingly detailed golf trivia, the apparent ability to sweep the competition may have less to do with this member’s outright skill than with the member’s ability at statistical manipulation. It’s something to do, we hear, with this member — per arcane mathematic formula — being “allowed” more strokes per round than perhaps this competitor truly needs.
Tsk. Tsk. We’ve always heard about golf being such an honorable game.
Handicap. What’s your handicap? Just askin’.
Julia Carlisle
Woodstock Early Bird 