The Six-Inch Space
Welcome to The Six-Inch Space.
The internet at large and golf content in general is completely stuffed - and I mean utterly jammed - with course reviews, club reviews, ball reviews, and assorted other bits of content intended to attract clicks, draw eyeballs, and sell stuff.
I’m establishing this little corner of the internet for myself and what I suspect are many more people like me who like golf, and like golf a lot, but not at the expense of everything else.
Its principles are as follows:
- Snack/Nutrition/Energy/Protein bars are amazing and awesome, but sometimes disgusting. As such they are a perfect pocket-sized measure of analogous enjoyability.
- If you like golf, play more golf. Don’t settle for more golf stuff. The stuff will always be cold comfort at best or a tormenting reminder at worst.
-Great golf lies neither on courses you can’t play nor with people you are trying to impress (but won’t). It is easiest to find close to home and in the company of the people whose company you most enjoy.
- If it don’t fit, don’t force it. There be the yips. Club up and swing easy.
- It doesn’t matter what you shot. Golf is more than numbers. Ty Webb didn’t keep score, do you think you’re better than Ty Webb? ANSWER ME!
- Our motto is: “Encumbered by the thought process” for reasons that should become apparent - and also because I miss CarTalk.
I’ll start by sharing experiences of life and courses near my home with friends and family around our home state of Georgia. We’re around Atlanta and Columbus usually, so expect us to start there.
If you’re a golfer (and let’s face it, you are if you found this page) you may notice the name of this page is loosely based on a quote from another Georgia resident lawyer - Bobby Jones. “Competitive golf is played mainly on a five-and-a-half-inch space between your ears.”
Firstly, “five-and-a-half-inch” is way more clumsy than “six-inch.” Second, this content will have extraordinarily little to do with “competitive golf” wherever possible.
Future scrawlings will likely be complete figments of my imaginative and sparse recollection from the space between my own ears - a distance much closer to six inches than five-and-a-half.
Enjoy!
