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How to Play Cheap Golf

When I was younger and just starting out I googled that a lot. How to play cheap golf.
How to play golf for free.
Where to play the cheapest golf.
Will someone pay me to play golf?
How do I get sponsored to just play golf?
I wished I had a rich uncle. Or just some random benevolent benefactor. Like Robin Masters from Magnum P.I.
“Yes,” Robin would say to me, over a rotary dial phone, “You absolutely may (Yes may. Not can. Robin is a writer and his diction and grammar are impeccable.) live in my fantastically large and beautifully crafted pool house that exists unused on my 200-acre Hawaiian estate while haphazardly driving my Ferrari on winding North Shore back roads, because, for reasons I will politely leave unstated, I owe you my life and my favor and, well, I really just like you and want you to live your best life.”
But, I (This is me now and no longer Robin Masters. Yes, I know we sound very similar. People mix us up all the time.), instead of solving elaborate crimes, murder plots, and scandalous underhandedness week in and week out, would just golf at Turtle Bay. Because Arnold Palmer on the North Shore.
You might be about to interject, quite on the contrary, and ask, “Why not play the Plantation course at Kapalua? This is your dream, man. You can play where the big boys play.” And I would kindly respond to you, “Kapalua is on Maui. Robin Masters, and hence my Magnum P.I. escapist surrealism, live on Oahu. Stay with the fantasy program, Jack.”
But you know what’s great? The future. And the competitive nature of making a buck.
You see, GolfNow.com is possibly one of the greatest things that has happened to us. Or, at least, those of us who have at one point or another googled one of the examples above. It’s incredible. Fantastic golf offered to us at a discounted prices for the sake of marketing and the understanding that a tee time sold to us for 50-90% of its original value is worth more than a tee time unsold at 100%.
But it gets even better.
Not every course that you want to play is on GolfNow.com. If you’ve used the site then you know not what I mean. If you haven’t been to their site, just go there now so you understand what I’m talking about. www.GolfNow.com I’ll wait. … … …
If you went there and thought to yourself, “Why on God’s green Earth would I need this?” then just stop reading this blog and go find and read the blog I wrote about the movie Tag. It’s the best blog I’ve written so far. People call me and tell me its beautiful. Go. Go, go, go, go.
Okay. Back to you, dearest kindred penny saver.
GolfNow.com doesn’t have everything. And that has sucked for me in the past because my home course isn’t on there and I’ve always wished it were. But, and this is the moment you’ve been waiting for, there are other sites out there that offer the same sort of opportunities as GolfNow because capitalism. It’s a free market. And no, none of these sites are ever going to be as used as GolfNow is, or as pretty, but they are just as easy to use. And my home course is on this one. My new favorite. www.Golf18Network.com
It works exactly the same, or startlingly similarly, as GolfNow. You just enter your zip code and voila. If you’ve searched one site for the course you were hoping to play, or didn’t find anything that made you happy at first, that doesn’t mean the magical recipe for savings has failed you! It’s just, very possibly, in a different cook book! Go look and tell us what you find!
Just a reminder, because I know it got confusing there in the middle, this hasn’t been Robin Masters.
www.Golf18Network.com

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