The Crazy Game of Golf

A zillion thoughts scuttle in my line of sight when I stand over the ball. I take a quick peek out onto the valley of the shadow of death. I start to chant in my head, "I will fear no evil, I will fear no evil...I will fear no evil".

We all been there, haven't we? Our unrequited love for golf is toxic, obsessive, and ridiculously psychotic. Then, something transcendental happens. The ball takes flight, majestically into the air. You watch with a gentle calmness as the graceful arc ascends and descends safely onto the fairway. You tell yourself, "I love this game".

To cope, bring the following. I do.

1. Rangefinder

2. Towel

3. Bluetooth speaker

4. Cigars

5. Favorite Beverage

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