1 – What’s in your soup bowl?

It’s soup season. Crucial season as it bridges autumn golf to spring golf flavorfully and flawlessly. The traditionals are commendable, but give me carrot ginger, pasta fagioli, and butternut squash with apple.

2 – Rethink those cliches

Not too many years ago Ben Griffin quit golf to become a mortgage loan officer. This year he’s won three times on the PGA Tour. New twist to that “quitters never win” bunk.

3 – Some very weird posts

Please tell me Phil Mickelson isn’t planning on entering politics. His recent social media activity is alarming.

4 – First things first, I guess

So, LIV goes to 72-hole tournaments. Now, to address the need to attract more than the four or five elite players they have.

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5 – The final major of 2025

We’re about three weeks from the Australian Open (Dec. 4-7), which will be played at Royal Melbourne. Doesn’t get any more major than that. Clear your late-night-past-midnight for prime viewing.

6 – For me, it’s yellow and ice blue

Green and Red. Christmas. Love the season, but don’t favor the colors, for golf-wearing purposes, that is.

7 – Criminal behavior

Pitch-rigging. It ranks right up there with leaving your tee in the ground after you’ve hit, or your broken tee strewn on the tee box. At least in my book. (But tell the truth, when was the last time you read “strewn” in a sentence?)

8 – As cozy and warm as possible

If you do keep your golf clubs in the basement during winter, please tell me you at least put a blanket on them.

9 – Veritable ATM, methinks

Imagine if Hawaii had the OK to sell vowels on Wheel of Fortune. With street, town, and mountain names, there’s an endless supply.