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Fore-Play in Northern OntarioBy Edith Hall Friedheim
Scott, my pro at The Inn at Manitou, has a point. As
someone who admits her handicap is her clubs, I nevertheless prefer golf to
tennis simply because of the scope, the sweep of the course, and the masochistic
nature of the game, which keeps me coming back in spite of excruciating defeats.
I've lost with the best of them on courses from Vermont to Hawaii, each time
swearing I'll never again subject myself to this kind of humiliation. But
something happened recently at The Inn at Manitou, a five-star resort in
McKellar, Ontario. I signed up for a lesson in my short game, and found pitching
and putting skills I never knew I had. Scott, my pro that day, had the patience
of a saint, as they say, and never once condescended, even when I hurled my
clubs clear across the green. |
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