It's 12 below outside - without the windchill. And what a fitting way to send February away. According to Chicago weather savants, it's the coldest February on record. That goes back to the beginning of record-keeping some 126 years ago.
Now I know what you're thinking - it's a little too cold to JEDgolff. But think again. This is actually the perfect weather to JEDgolff. It's an opportunity.
…Anyways, on Wednesday (photo above) I JEDgolffed four holes at Wicker Park in Highland, Ind., a mile from my house. It is, more or less, my home course for JEDgolffing since Woodmar Country Club closed down. The reason I could only get in four holes was twofold. The going is still really slow. You're bundled up in a bunch of layers, and you have to lift your feet out of 9 inches of frozen snow for every step. It's not really running. More like trudging.
And you wind up looking for your ball a lot. If you hit the ball in the air, it hits the frozen snow and goes straight to the bottom. You have to know exactly where the tiny hole in the snow should be. And since the snow's been on the ground for a while, there's other little holes in the snow from deer, coyote, cross-country skiers, the occasional hiker and maintenance worker. You gotta pay attention and sometimes that's not even enough to find your ball.
JEDgolffed Scherwood Golf Course in Schererville, Ind. after work on Thursday, Feb. 19.
Alexis had a meeting in Indianapolis so I decided to tag along. We ate at St. Elmo's last night and then came back to watch the local Channel 4 news. The big story and the big panic was about the big freeze coming in overnight.
"Great," I said. "Below zero windchill. A little JEDgolff in the morning."
So Alexis went to an uneventful breakfast meeting and I drove around Indy trying to find a place to run. South Grove Golf Course was closed with a big chain link fence around it and a cop down the block eyeing me suspiciously. Coffin Golf Club - same thing, without the cop. Finally, I found Riverside, which I believe is a city course. There's no chain link around it and there was no one at the clubhouse, so, you know... sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
…On the course I couldn't really get a natural core swing but it had snowed a fluffy inch and there was a peaceful solitude so I got a natural high instead.