For some of us, it seems the only way to find time to play golf, is to leave town. Otherwise, you’re chained to your responsibilities, family, work … whatever.
I had a chance to play over the weekend, which means I took a trip. Went to Myrtle Beach, where I lived for almost a decade. But I guess I forgot about all the weekend beach traffic during the summer.
I played (poorly) three times in three days. But let me tell you about TPC Myrtle Beach, the first leg of my misadventure. I’ll follow up later in the week with a report about the newly rejuvenated King’s North at Myrtle Beach National…