Daily walks during the pandemic translate well to the golf course.

How volunteering at a local muni introduced me to a true community of golf and got me through the worst year of my life.

A pitch for rebranding the second day of the week.

Every lesson I’ve learned in life, I first had to learn on the golf course.

As we gear up for our second Spring Meeting in a few weeks, join us as we relive the highlights (and lowlights) of that weekend in Chattanooga.

My love for golf started like most Midwestern kids living in the suburbs. I grew up in Mequon, Wisconsin -- just 15 minutes north of Milwaukee -- and I was introduced to golf at a young age by family and friends.

The reality is golf won’t start in Illinois the same way it does every other year. Our governor recently announced some recreational activities will be allowed on May 1, provided we strictly adhere to new guidelines and restrictions.

Traditions should be passed down from generation to generation, they should be old, and they should be tested. Only until they reach that long-lasting mile mark can they truly earn the moniker of a “tradition.” They also need to start somewhere.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

Whenever I stress about walking the dog, my fiancé is quick to say, “Well, instead of walking the dog, why don’t you let the dog walk you?” It wasn’t until a rainy round in Southwest Florida this past January did I finally get what she meant.

As I sit here on a rainy and cold Georgia day, I wonder what our NewClub’s founder Matt Considine thought of the past year -- NewClub’s inaugural season. Secretly, I’m more curious what is in store for NewClub’s coming year. So, why not ask the man himself?