The Game We Love and Hate
Monday, 20. October 2008, 02:40:23
The following came to me and I thought I'd pass along.
For it shows the simplicity and frustration of the game.
In my hand I hold a ball.
White and dimpled, 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 swear and yell and cry.
I hate myself and want to die.
It promises a thing called par.
If I can 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.
Even disappears before my eyes.
Often it will take 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 a drink to ease my sorrow.
But the ball knows...........
I'll be back tomorrow.
Why do we love it so? What brings us back?
It's that one, or two, or more shots in a round.
Where, the shot happened exactly as planned.
The feeling was so grand, just have to try some more.
For it shows the simplicity and frustration of the game.
In my hand I hold a ball.
White and dimpled, 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 swear and yell and cry.
I hate myself and want to die.
It promises a thing called par.
If I can 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.
Even disappears before my eyes.
Often it will take 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 a drink to ease my sorrow.
But the ball knows...........
I'll be back tomorrow.
Why do we love it so? What brings us back?
It's that one, or two, or more shots in a round.
Where, the shot happened exactly as planned.
The feeling was so grand, just have to try some more.
WIDGETIZE
Stardancer # 20. October 2008, 03:33
I have an addictive personality, though.
After reading this, probably not.
Ravo # 20. October 2008, 12:58
ADuda # 20. October 2008, 13:04
momable # 20. October 2008, 19:10
Hey, Devs, I just got an old, rusty step of clubs -- with real woods!!!!
Bought it in a bag at Salvation Army. It has some clubs of the same number -- I am going to see if I like to play.
I think it will be fun. Came with three balls.
devans186 # 22. October 2008, 03:50
Probably a good idea not to take it up......unless you need some frustration in your life.
Ravo,
I'm always proud to play with a longknocker like you.......
Heyduda,
A mulligan usually occurs from the tee, whereas, you hit a crappy shot and tee it up again without penalty.
Elly,
Great find......if you have more than one club of the same number you can get frustrated, bend it around a tree and still have a spare. The 3 balls won't last very long........better get a hundred more........
bkprbob # 22. October 2008, 05:15
devans186 # 22. October 2008, 16:28
Glad you stopped playing.......makes more room for me, ha! ha!
Walking is good for the health and I've never run into anyone who frowns on it......as long as you keep up with the group in front of you.
I love the cart, even owned one myself but the courses frown on that and charge a "trail fee" for bringing one. They want the revenue from renting theirs.
I swore I'd quit when the fee hit $1.00 per hole. That was a long time ago and I'm still at it.
I break 80 a couple of times per year and try to stay around a 12 handicap.
Thanks,
Cynthia23 # 23. October 2008, 19:40
devans186 # 24. October 2008, 02:46
Cynthia23 # 24. October 2008, 09:30