Bad Ass Custom Golf Carts of Las Vegas offers some of the most amazing buggies I’ve ever seen.

The California Roadster shown above is $12,000. It’s too rich for my blood, but Vegas is full of high rollers.

ADAMS Idea Pro Gold Hybrid with Matrix Ozik Graphite Shaft

The Idea Pro Gold Hybrids, Adams says, were designed with strong input from the tour pros who have made Adams hybrids the most played in professional golf.

Adams claism that the new “boxer” design, improved maraging steel face and new weighting system offer significant improvements over the previous line. The result is a club that has 5% more forgiveness on off center hits with a 10% improvement in launch conditions.

Is Padraig Harrington the player of the year? Do you have to ask?

Apparently, however, there’s some controversy. Sentiment seems to draw some to vote for Tiger Woods, following his gimpy-legged victory at Torrey Pines.

Veteran golf writer Vartan Kupelian sets them all straight, however.

Never has a golfer won two majors and not been rewarded as Player of the Year by a vote of the membership. Simply put, two majors trumps anything else that has happened this year, including Tiger’s accomplishments before his season was shortened due to injury.

Not only will Harrington’s back-to-back major victories at the Open Championship and PGA Championship be remembered at voting time, so will the way he finished the rain-soaked tournament at Oakland Hills—a pair of 66s that he posted on Sunday, a spectacular display of golf on a course that left so many of his colleagues gasping for air.

On a side note, Vartan is retiring from the Detroit News this month. I’ll miss his golf columns.

Here in Ann Arbor, the return of the Goodyear blimps is a sure sign that college football is returning, and with it cooler weather and the waning weeks of the golf season.

We saw the Goodyear blimp today. One was gliding over the club where—rather than playing—I spent the afternoon poolside, watching the boys swim. It was too cool today for Dad to hit the water, but boys somehow seem immune. They spent hours in water that would have turned me into a popsicle. I didn’t mind, however, because I managed to get a great deal of reading done, working through the newspaper, finishing Neil Gaiman’s Stardust, and starting another fantasy novel called The Name of the Wind.

While I often will play golf until the snow flies, and enjoy fall as much as any season, the end of each summer comes with some sadness. Fall means a return to work and reducing my playing time to quick nines after school. And with the seemingly endless (and pointless, but state mandated) after school teacher’s meetings and in-services, I never get out as often as I might like.

So my last two weeks of summer will be filled with the usual gorging on golf. I’ll play five days a week, rain or shine until I can’t bear to pick up the clubs again.

And then I’ll play a some more.

A British bulldog needed emergency surgery after catching a golfball in midflight and swallowing it.

And I thought my cats were dumb.