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you know?...I just have to say this because its how I feel.
So Golf frustrates me. It's a maddening game and I devote a helluva lot of time and money playing this infuriating sport. It's truly a love/hate relationship.
So yesterdays golf outting was horrible. Anyone who plays can probably understand the ups and downs of the game. You think you've solved it one day, lost the next. If Tiger Woods struggles at the game(like he is doing right now)...how can the avg guy expect to play?
So I'm in the midst of playing horribly...getting killed in a match with a friend. Down on myself. Ready to quit the game forever.
Walking down the #18 fairway, head down, woe is me.....all of a sudden, I think of HARRY. All mess of black hair, lip that sometimes hangs up over his canine tooth giving him a bent smile...the way he struts around the house with the old Buddy Glo Ball in his mouth like its all that matters to him, legs kind of bowed out, imperfect in many worldly measurable ways but perfect in every way to me. All of a sudden, this game of golf doesn't mean so much and I can't wait to get home.
That about sums it up for me. They give us so much without even knowing it.
Anyone have any thoughts on why these perfect animals mean so much to you?
So Golf frustrates me. It's a maddening game and I devote a helluva lot of time and money playing this infuriating sport. It's truly a love/hate relationship.
So yesterdays golf outting was horrible. Anyone who plays can probably understand the ups and downs of the game. You think you've solved it one day, lost the next. If Tiger Woods struggles at the game(like he is doing right now)...how can the avg guy expect to play?
So I'm in the midst of playing horribly...getting killed in a match with a friend. Down on myself. Ready to quit the game forever.
Walking down the #18 fairway, head down, woe is me.....all of a sudden, I think of HARRY. All mess of black hair, lip that sometimes hangs up over his canine tooth giving him a bent smile...the way he struts around the house with the old Buddy Glo Ball in his mouth like its all that matters to him, legs kind of bowed out, imperfect in many worldly measurable ways but perfect in every way to me. All of a sudden, this game of golf doesn't mean so much and I can't wait to get home.
That about sums it up for me. They give us so much without even knowing it.
Anyone have any thoughts on why these perfect animals mean so much to you?