I no longer play often enough to justify the expense of my membership, but it's hard to completely give up on a game that you've played for so many decades. My game will never again be what it was. It's physically impossible.
Thinking of myself as a former player, however, is almost like thinking of myself as formerly being alive.
Thus, I show up at the club every so often for breakfast, and if there's a game to be had, I drag my ass out there.
I suppose that I'll have all eternity to rest soon enough!
Too bad about Ben Hogan Golf, by the way. That brand revival has had buzzard's luck.
Here's a quick edit. Don't pay any attention to that nine handicap anymore.