Welcome back, dear reader, to another season of madcap mayhem from the world of golf, for which I will be your nutty but loveable ace reporter. I promise to leave no turn unstoned as I track down all the dirt, corruption, and secrets in golfdom. I'll do what I can but I make no promises that I'll get anyone kicked out of the royal family! In club news, our president Seaberg Einnerson has informed me that the men will kick off their schedule on the first Tuesday of April, and

Welcome back, dear reader, to another installment of the chronicles of the Mount Hood golf scene. There will be no stone unturned by your intrepid reporter and no cliffhangers, as this is my last column for this year. Please, please no teeth gnashing or hair pulling. I plan on returning next year, unless I win a Pulitzer, in which case I'm out of here like a Cal Raleigh home run. Watching baseball makes me realize that every sport has its own jargon that is constantly evolvin

Welcome back, dear reader, to another installment of Fore, future winner of the Pulitzer Prize for investigative journalism. No? How about for dramatic rhetoric? No? I’ll take it for shameless self- aggrandizement if I have to. I mean let’s be real, pride don’t take home the prize. Oooh did I just make up a proverb? Now my place in history is guaranteed. And speaking of proverbs. It occurs to me that so many can apply to golf. Here are a few examples: A stroke saved is a stro