A career of lost head covers

There’s only one thing worse than losing a golf club while playing a course …

Losing a head cover.

Wedges and putters left by the green can be replaced easily enough, often for $120 or less. Losing them on purpose almost sounds like a good idea. Then you can beg your wife (or husband) to go buy a newer, better model.

But losing a head cover is like losing a family member. I lost another one recently – snoopy.

Losing man’s best friend was the only downer on an otherwise fabulous visit to Kiawah Island Golf Resort. Snoopy, like so many Pro-V1s, was somehow gobbled up by the Ocean course never to be found again.

He’s just the latest line in a career of lost head covers. He was only in my bag because I stole him from my wife’s set (she never plays any more). He was used to replace “Eagle,” a wonderful pet from Olympic View Golf Club on Vancouver Island.

Eagle replaced “Monster,” a gift from my children. Monster was an exact replica of the fluffy, red-haired creature in those old-school Bugs Bunny cartoons. Remember him?

Monster replaced “Flipper,” the first head cover I ever bought. Flipper was awesome, a dolphin that served as a symbol of my undying (now dead) love for the Miami Dolphins and Dan Marino.

I think the only reason the headcover business is still in business is to replace all the lost head covers of the world. I wonder what I’ll buy next …

I’m open to suggestions.

I couldn’t dare show up at a 5-star golf course without some personality in my bag … and we all know I’m not talking about my playing ability.

What ever happened to the Tiger in Mr. Woods’ bag. Is it for sale?