Jim Schultz

Well I’ve had 24hrs to let it sink in and it still doesn’t seem real. I’ll never be able to repay the game for what it’s given me.....especially now. #lucky #ace

Golf twitter gonna melt down because these guys don’t make a proper divot pattern. 🙄

@wingoz @TheMasters You mean we don’t need Kevin Hart and Jason Kelce? I thought we always needed them. Sad.

.@TheMasters has always been defined by one thing above everything else: tradition. ESPN is missing the point. Full video: youtu.be/AobGvW7h3OA

I love sign fails…..but this one here is an all timer.

Happy Masters Week to all who celebrate!

This isn’t a small deal. Restaurant Depot is where most mom & pop restaurants go to buy inventory because Sysco is so expensive. Restaurant Depot was privately owned. Sysco is owned by… you guessed it, BlackRock & Vanguard. Now private equity can control pricing for food costs with zero competition. Just like they did with housing. This should be an anti-trust violation, but we have politicians that work for Big Corp, not us.

@brianbeers @nahuelhilal That $3k shouldn’t be the difference in a remodeled waiting room. $3k such a small % of op budget.

@nahuelhilal We put money into things that actually matter like digital inspections, free Ubers, remodeled waiting rooms

No one has ever said, "I get my brakes done at XYZ shop because of their K-Cup flavors" So many owners waste money of dumb stuff (like coffee) This single machine costs me $3,000 per year x 36 locations = $100k+ per year Not anymore!

@brianbeers Missing the mark bigtime. My oil change place gives me a bottle of water everytime I pull in. It’s the little things. Costs them nothing. Means everything. We do free coffee at our locations. Mentioned in 100s of reviews. Coffee stays.

@TylerPurcell24 Would be great for sure, but WDF has so many different permutations/variables I think it’s a massive ask of any type of robot to do it accurately and in a reasonable time. But when they can sign us up!

@jtschultz Yea it’s got a ways to go, but I’ve been working with a company and they’re actually starting to put up some solid numbers. Doing some testing with them. It would also just be cool to have a robot in store haha

Keep an eye out for the first “Spot” coming to our stores soon…

@CJPimentoCheese @fried_egg_golf @AndyTFE Amen.

@fried_egg_golf @AndyTFE This is basically the entire model of the UK which is why I play there so often. This isn’t hard—just have visitor days and charge what you want. Pretty simple.

Broomsedge is entering a partnership to create a “welcoming private club” model. @AndyTFE has more on how the club is expanding its approach to outside play. Read here: thefriedegg.com/articles/broom…

@GolfTourChicago 17 @ Beverly.

What is the best drivable risk/reward Par 4 in all of Chicagoland?

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

Robert Mueller is dead. And the President of the United States has announced that he is, quote, glad. Now. I want you to sit with something for a moment. Jeffrey Epstein, the man who ran an international child sex trafficking operation for the entertainment of the ultra-wealthy, looked at Donald Trump and wrote the following words to former Treasury Secretary Larry Summers in 2017: “I have met some very bad people. None as bad as Trump. Not one decent cell in his body.” The man who ran the pervert express to crime island looked at Trump and thought: that bloke is worse than me. And today, that same Donald Trump looked at the death of a decorated Vietnam veteran and former FBI director and typed “Good, I’m glad he’s dead.” Then signed his name to it. Then posted it. Publicly. At 1:26 in the afternoon. There are war criminals who’ve managed more dignity at a press conference. Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

The biggest game of the first round is on Friday, when Long Island battles Arizona for iced tea supremacy

After much reflection, I have decided to resign from my position as Director of the National Counterterrorism Center, effective today. I cannot in good conscience support the ongoing war in Iran. Iran posed no imminent threat to our nation, and it is clear that we started this war due to pressure from Israel and its powerful American lobby. It has been an honor serving under @POTUS and @DNIGabbard and leading the professionals at NCTC. May God bless America.

The Atlantic has a sobering, first-person look at the ramifications of legalized online sports betting. Here are a few of the more telling passages. 1/5

@mcginleygolf @SkySportsGolf If it was a major you wouldn’t have a coverage gap. Can’t call it a major and treat it like the 3M.

Enjoy the last day in what some consider should be a 5th Major, the Players. Although a terrific event I’m not aligned on that thought yet. I do feel if any event should be considered a 5th Major, the Olympics should be the event considered @SkySportsGolf

@GolfTourChicago This isn’t even close. A by 1,000,000,000

Not just because the Masters is in A, but if you’re a true knower of ball then you know NHL, MLB and CFB are the best post seasons in sports

Day 10 of posting an Irish bar in Chicago every day in the month of March Bar 10 - McNally’s at 11136 S Western Ave in Beverly

@ParAndRank @BryanTweed16 Top100 is tops.

Which is your go-to, trusted source for golf course rankings?