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Somewhere around 1970 a friend introduced me to the grand old Scottish game of golf. Understandably, those who have not attempted to master this game refer to it with derision as “pasture pool.” But, anyone who has attempted to attain proficiency at golf soon understands why our Scottish ancestors invented it centuries ago and have been infatuated ever since. Using fourteen different implements, traversing grass, trees, sand and water, through wind and weather, uphill and down, the sport requires a unique blend of physical and mental skills. At any rate, golf provided me with as much enjoyment as anything else in this life. Although taking up the game too late in life to become a master of the sport, insomuch as that is possible, there are three highlights that provide moments of pleasure during these endless hours of confinement and reflection. One was shooting a five under par, sixty seven, in a Pro-Am. Another was a hole-in-one on a par four. And lastly was making a birdie on a difficult eighteenth hole in a substantial money game called a Calcutta. I suppose after all these years, plus age and health problems, that I would now be a poor golfer, but occasionally I allow myself to dream of again playing the game. (en) |
