Envy

I'm not one too much given to envy. But I have to say that, at this time of year, stuck in the snow, I'm envious as hell.

Last week, watching them play on the iconic links at Pebble Beach, and this week at Riviera, I'm envious. I've never particularly wanted to be rich; I can live without the toys. I don't have to have a six-car garage filled with fancy cars. I don't even need the latest and greatest golf equipment. But I could sure as hell benefit from being able to play Pebble and Riviera.

So many fantastic courses in this world, and here I sit in the snow. No wonder I drink.