End of the Year Blues

The season is over...it snow's at my house now almost every day...the clubs are out of the car and into the den. I still pick one up every once in a while...check my grip...make sure the V's are pointing in the right direction...think about that perfect drive...the chip shot that lands just right and rolls into the hole for a birdie...

What shall I do now?

Oh, yeah...the silly season starts on TV.

Nah...