Even though I’m a huge sports guy, I’ve never cared much for golf. The first time I played real golf (not the miniature version one) I was 32. The second – and last – time I went golfing I hit a real bird and broke a car’s window (yes, really) before I had shot four holes.
These personal golf facts make it all the more ironic that when the St. Augustine visitor’s bureau folks invited my family and I to “America’s Oldest City” they help put us up in the 271-room World Golf Village Renaissance St. Augustine Resort that is also home to THE World Golf Hall of Fame and Museum. (more…)