Have you ever heard the saying, “Common sense, not so common”? Let’s begin defining common sense: good sense and sound judgement in practical matters.

Golfers should use common sense to shave several shots off their game. For example, you have a 125 yard shot, which in most cases you would choose a pitching wedge or 9 iron. But since it’s dead uphill this adds another ten yards to your shot. So you may need to go up a club.

It’s great playing with guys who let their ego get in the way and refuse to change to a lower iron. Cha-ching is how I look at it. It’s the same thing with wind blowing dead in their face yet they insist they can still hit their 125 yard club. Cha-ching again.

I have learned that common sense is a God-given trait, and apparently he didn’t divvy this talent up evenly. We all have people in our life that we just scratch our head and ask ourselves what was he or she thinking?

Alternatively, maybe it’s not even someone we know but a favorite football team that we followed all year long. They accomplished the ultimate goal of going to the Super Bowl. That’s right. There is no way to complete this article without mentioning the debacle that accrued right in front of our eyes.

It’s been several weeks and I still think about that fourth quarter everyday. You’re ahead by eight points on your own 30 yard line with only a couple of minutes to go. You have the best kicker in the league. Run. Run. Run. Kick a chip shot field goal and virtually lock up the Super Bowl. “Common Sense”

I’m sure the coaches are very smart, somewhat-football genius-in-planning, scheming each and every game. But having this talent and not having common sense cost a Super Bowl.

The Falcons Super Bowl collapse is one of the biggest choke jobs in sports. Rumor has it they only had a few corpses laying around the locker room, all with the same cause of death – choking.

No doubt, this will hurt for a while and I’m sure many will argue what a great year we had. Yes, true but my chagrin, annoyance. Vexation, exasperation, discontent will continue to exist. The next day everyone seemed to walk around like a bunch of zombies with their mouths wide open saying this can’t be real.

I recommend we all just head to the golf course. No matter how bad we may play it, we won’t ever feel as bad as watching Tom Brady holding our Super Bowl trophy. I’m sure Roger Goodell would agree.

Till Next Tee Time.