Dad
Letters to my little men
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Posted by Jason at 4:06 AM 0 comments
Noah,
It has been a while since I last responded. By the time you are able to fully read and grasp the entire concept of this blog page, a lot of things may be outdated, history or just plain weird. But inasmuch as I am a fan of baseball, I believe over the years moreso I have become a fan of golf. Not because I stink at it, but because it tests all the virtues I seem to lack...dexterity, patience, luck, and the innate ability to not see an outing of golf as some primeval competition as to see who can hit the hardest or the longest or putt the farthest.
This past weekend was The Players at TPC-Sawgrass. And I must commend the GolfChannel on their superb coverage. As you know, sometimes I dont get home from work til dark. And I was glad to know that they were replaying the days' action for us cheap people who dont have DVRs or TiVo. The overall tournament was good. Its a very challenging course to say the least, and I dare say I could never play there due to money as well as talent. A lot of the field were tried at #17 where its nothing but water. As I sat there, I listened to the commentators speak on the toughness of the course and how many were three-putting Par 5s and how hard the greens were. Then your papaw said something that provoked the entire blog entry..."Hey, thats going to be us in another month". Well, not literally. My lifelong aim in life since the age of 15 when I began playing this four-letter puzzle they call a game is to shoot below 72 just once. The problem with golf is you have to have witnesses. You cant just fill out a card and say"yea, i shot par". When you get old enough i will teach you all the nuances of a golf course, like, stay on the cart path, dont cuss if its on the green, and old guys hit it straight...dont play with really old guys. Thats enough for now.
Dad
Posted by Jason at 4:48 AM 0 comments