It was a windy day in March 2026 when we embarked on a Saint Paddy‘s Day adventure, wearing high knee socks, knickers, Argyle sweaters, and Scally caps. We ventured into the unknown, spilling coffee and battling 35 mph gusts, reminiscent of the “Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.” We explored unpaved trails, lost balls, bogeys, double bogeys, and occasional pars, with rare birdies. We refilled with a Glizzy topped with mustard and relish, then faced tough holes on the back nine. Hole 17 nearly blew