A tip of the COVID mask to Brother Durnford for this inspirational...
In My Hand I Hold A
Ball,
White And Dimpled, And Rather Small..
Oh,
How Bland It Does Appear,
This Harmless Looking
Little Sphere.
By Its Size I Could Not
Guess
The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But
Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
I've Wandered
Through The Fires Of Hell.
My Life Has Not Been
Quite The Same
Since I Chose To Play This Stupid
Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End;
A
Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
It Has Made Me
Curse And Made Me Cry,
And Hate Myself And Want To
Die.
It Promises Me A Thing Called Par,
If I Hit
It Straight And Far.
To Master Such A Tiny
Ball,
Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My
Desires The Ball Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It
Chooses.
It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And
Dies,
And Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It
Will Have A Whim,
To Hit A Tree Or Take A
Swim.
With Miles Of Grass On Which To
Land,
It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me
Offering Up My Soul,
If Only It Would Find The
Hole.
It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
And
Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To
Ease My Sorrow,
But The Ball Knows .. I'll Be Back
Tomorrow.
Stand
proud you noble swingers of
clubs
And
losers of balls!
A recent study found that the
average golfer
Walks about 900 miles a
year.
Another study found that golfers
drink, on
Average, 22 gallons of alcohol a
year.
This
means that, on average, golfers get about
41 miles
to the gallon!
Kind of makes you proud. Almost
makes you
Feel like a hybrid. .
......
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