Another Season Comes To A Close
This is a sad time of the year in the northern midwest. Where did the summer go? How did time slip by so fast? The cold air is already slipping down from Canada. The fall colors have gone. We probably have already played our last round of the year. No more Indian Summer, even global warming is not helping. Even if it were warm enough one more day, there are so many leaves fallen to the ground that it is hard to find your ball in the middle of the fairway, but then most of us are not used to being in that position anyway. All we have left of the season are memories of some remarkable shots, like the awesome majesty of a moon-shot popup drive, the graceful curve of a banana-peel slice, the feeling of helplessness as the ball heads toward the water hazard, the perfect symmetry of ever-growing circles of ripples created by your ball, the impressive rooster tail from the morning dew being ripped apart by a sizzling worm-burner, some almost-good rounds, and plenty of laughs with good friends. That last part is the best. There is no better therapy for life’s daily stresses. Hurry, 2008.

Point and Counter-Point:

Purist Point - Prayers are not allowed on golf courses. If you call on God to improve the results of a shot while it is still in motion, you are using an Outside Agency and subject to appropriate penalties under the rules of golf.

Counter-Point – So penalize me. Let us pray. May thy ball lie in green pastures and not in still waters. Amen.