Some people retire from sports in their forties. Me? My ankles retired from basketball years ago, and, recently, my back has politely requested I avoid anything that involves running or heavy lifting for the time being…
That leaves me with golf—the one sport where the only real danger seems to be sunburn.
This season, I’ve been lucky to spend much more time on the course with my nephews and a few good friends, who are all much too patient with my unique definition of “par.” And I’ve taken lessons at BQ Golf Academy in Conshohocken, where I’m learning that there’s a lot more to the game than just grip it and rip it. Turns out there’s actual technique, balance, and rhythm involved—who knew?
Now, let’s be clear: breaking 100 is still on my “to-do” list.
I’ve come close, but golf has a way of humbling you just when you think you’re getting the hang of it. One hole you’re Arnold Palmer, the next you’re just searching for your ball in the woods, wondering how life got you there. Still, I’ve discovered that it’s not just about the scorecard—it’s about enjoying the walk, the sunshine, and the occasional miracle shot that keeps you coming back.
For me, golf has become a new way to stay active, laugh at myself, and enjoy time outside.
And if any of my clients are golfers too—whether you’re seasoned or just starting out—I’m always game to get out there for a round. Bonus points if you’re willing to share free lessons, free tips, or even just a free mulligan.
September 2025