The call from Val Emerle came a little before 5 p.m. this afternoon. She asked me if I had played Stadium Golf Club today, and then asked me to describe my golf clubs.

I wasn't sure what she was getting at, but I told her the color of my golf bag and how it has a kick stand with it. She began telling me the type of driver I have and the fact that I have a Bushnell range finder.

I asked her what was going on, and she told me she was looking at my clubs while they were standing in the Stadium Golf Club pro shop.

Oops. I guess I left my clubs on my riding cart after my round. Then my golfing partners and I got a little something to eat along with a soda or two. Then, it was off to work. I never had a clue that my golf clubs were not with me.

It's tough getting old. It's bad enough that my irons don't travel as far as they used to, and I have to get accustomed to new yardages for most of my clubs. But when I start to forget my clubs, I'm in bad shape.

By the way, I also lost my 60-degree lob wedge on the 10th hole. It wasn't a good day for my memory, although I could tell you a hole-by-hole summary of my game, including a nice 35-foot par putt on my final hole. It's funny what we choose to remember.

Great weather, and Stadium was in good shape, although many of the greens are suffering from winter kill. It didn't affect any of our putts, though, and Greg Hennel and his crew always do a great job. Fun day, even though I forgot the clubs.

Thanks to Stadium staff for storing the clubs away in the pro shop. I'll be by soon to pick them up.

Unless I forget!!!!