“I can’t help myself.
As I check the weather app on my iPhone, I’m reveling in everyone else’s pain. It’s minutes before teeing off at the Westin Rancho Mirage Golf Resort & Spa for the first of four sun-splashed rounds in Greater Palm Springs during The American Express week, the desert’s annual PGA TOUR event in mid January. It’s 12 degrees in Michigan where I used to live, and even a chilly 51 at home in San Jose. Minnesota – where much of my extended family lives – is a bone-numbing 20 degrees. Even Florida – home to most of my co-workers – remains mired in a brisk sub-par stretch of weather. Rival Scottsdale? It’s wet and wicked there, too.
I’m literally standing in the only place in the continental United States where the term “golf weather” makes any logical sense. And you can bet I’m broadcasting that far and wide on social media. A humble bragger, I am not…”
