Missing: Titleist 56 degree and Cleveland 60 degree wedges

A few weeks ago during a weekend of great golf, I seem to have misplaced a few of my sticks. A Titleist 56 degree wedge and a Cleveland 60 degree wedge made it through all 36 holes at Harbour Town and the Ocean Course, but somehow got left by the green on the 18th at by the famous lighthouse. Perhaps it was the wonderful views that distracted me, perhaps I was a bit preoccupied with the double bogey I had just made, or perhaps we had been having a little too much fun during the round; regardless, I am now down to twelve clubs. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize this until about ten days after the round, so when I called the pro shop it was too late.

I’ve come to terms with the fact that I will never see either of those wedges again, and I have found a glimmer of hope in the entire situation. I have addressed my feelings on golf karma before, so I know that the golf gods will deliver swift and vengeful retribution on the player who has two hijacked wedges in his or her bag. It makes me rest easier at night to know that someone out there who chose not to turn my clubs in will be faced with a lifetime of shanks, bladed chips, and fat bunker shots. I hope, sincerely, that these diseases not only infect the purloined clubs, but also all of the other clubs in the player’s bag. Then, and only then will this person receive the reward that he or she deserves.

While it may have been my fault for leaving the clubs, nowhere do the Rules of Golf read “Finders keepers, losers weepers.”