Monday, July 12, 2010
Golf is a wonderful game. It has been described as a beautiful walk in nature, ruined. I am amazed by people who think you are supposed to hit the little ball in the fairway. Why, I ask? All the beauty is in the forest. At least that is where I seem to spend most of my time while participating in this sport. After a particularly bad shot sent miles into the woods, my caddie, a mere wisp of a fellow, said not to worry that he could find the ball. I looked at him incredulously and replied he could have my golf shoes if he could find the ball. Darned if the little fellow didn't find the ball. It's O.K., he'll grow into them.