More than 150 golf clubs across the land, including my own Hop Meadow Country Club in Simsbury, CT, have signed on to the Private Club Network, making these otherwise private clubs accessible to each other's members.  The Network is the invention of Creative Golf Marketing, a Manhattan, Kansas firm that helps private clubs increase membership.  If I am traveling to, say, Nashville, as I will soon, I can arrange for a round of golf at the private Brentwood Country Club; all I pay is the mandatory $25 cart fee.
    The web site for the Private Club Network is www.privateclubnetwork.com.  Unless you belong to a private club, it may be a little tricky to register to see the Network's list of private clubs.  But they do have an 800 number and offer email contact as well. 
    If you live in the area of one of the Network's clubs and do a lot of traveling, you might want to consider membership in the local club.
    Like virtually eveyone else, I'll watch the Super Bowl on Sunday night, if for no other reason than to be sure it will truly be over (in the way the Transylvanian townspeople needed to be absolutely sure Dracula was dead).  As of today, the hype machine was really scraping the bottom of the barrel, with a TV feature on Super Bowl rings of the last 40 years among other irrelevancies.
    I want my sports section back.  It will be good to be reminded sometime next week that pitchers and catchers report in less than two weeks, and that the Master's is just two months away.
    I am praying for the Colts to win and for Peyton to have the game of his life.  How much more psychoanalysis of choking can we stand?
    The Big Game is an excuse to bet once a year and eat food that is bad for you.  Not that you asked, but the Bears will cover the point spread.  Why?  Because the guys who set the line -- as of today still seven points -- are smarter than the rest of us.  If you had asked the armchair quarterbacks to set the line, they would have probably come in at 10 points or more.  The betting line means the smart money thinks Peyton isn't as good as he seems, and much-maligned Bears quarterback Rex Grossman isn't as bad.  This is a classic sucker bet.  Colts 23, Bears 17.
    But what do I know?  I care more about the commercials.  Enjoy.