Places I've been. Things I've done. People I've met. The occasional thought. That sort of stuff.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Every Dog Has His Day
These are about as rare as hen's teeth. Tucked in amongst the slices,thin shots, duffs,windies and 4 putts I somehow managed to sink one from the teebox. I'm starting to think that golf is merely a series of disasters punctuated by just enough glorious moments to entice one to continue playing. Sort of like life in that regard.