Breaking Up is Hard to Do
She's led me on so unashamedly for all these years and for what? I don't want to say I'm bitter about Golf, ‘cause I'm not a bitter man but you give and you give and you give and all she remembers is the day you stopped giving. Oh yeah, there were the good years, the early years when we were just getting to know each other, the future spread out before us as shiny as a new sand wedge and all things seemed possible. God knows I tried. When I think of the investment and the way she squandered it all, it's hard not to think badly of her.
Yet I don't. She's still seductive after all these years.
The first time we saw each other I was with my dad. I remember it as if it were yesterday. There she lay before us in the afternoon sun, all undulations and promise, so carefully groomed and beautifully put together that she took my breath away. Dad didn't say much, just put his hand on my shoulder as I gazed at her and then finally whispered "keep your head steady, Son and swing slow." giving me an…