By Ned Hickson
When our publisher began looking for someone to captain our golf team, it only made sense that he came to me first. That's because, being that I was once a sports editor, I'm naturally a great golfer. Just like I'm a great shot-put thrower, quarterback, point guard, stock-car racer, Extreme skateboarder, freestyle swimmer and calf roper. In fact, I sometimes wonder where I might be today had my sports career not been tragically cut short by my complete lack of talent. This discovery was made as early as first grade, when, during a dodge ball game, I was knocked unconscious and rushed to the nurse's office after being hit by the ball.
(And recess only lasted 10 minutes in those days.)
So, when my publisher asked me to captain our golf team, I of course said yes.
After which I was knocked unconscious by a loose dodge ball in the newsroom.
Okay, that didn't really happen, but I did agree to captain the team, which meant giving myself a crash course on golfing ó beginning with golf terminology. I immediately got online for help and, thanks to the power of the Internet, found myself