I enjoy golf.   I practice.  I play.  I’m not great – but I’m not bad either. I occasionally watch pro events on TV though I miss seeing Tiger in the hunt.  When I do play, I welcome the par 3’s because I know that there is a chance. . . . .

In my post of August 13, 2011, I spoke of a brush with glory.  A 205 yard par 3.  Wind against.  And I popped my Pro V1 less than a foot from the pin.   Twelve inches.   304.8 millimeters. 

So on those par 3’s, I take a bit more time.  Added thought about club selection.  And special care on the implementation of all 49 of my swing thoughts.  Or is it 50?   Sometimes my ball ends up right, left or short – though usually it’s on or near the green.  Once in a while, it’s a few feet away from glory.    

I have friends who have had a hole-in-one.  But so far I remain a virgin.  Just like my father – who never had an ace in nearly seven decades playing golf. Maybe one day.   With my luck, it will be on a Saturday when there is a special event.  And the Club is jammed with people.  Of course I will have to buy drinks for everyone.  Just ducky. But if that’s the only option, I’ll take it. . . . .