Forty-five minutes into the meeting, I was begging under my breath to be set free.
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Can a single swing of the golf club evoke a scene of biblical import? Or is it mere vanity to think so?
I’ve been pondering these questions for several days now – ever since I was the lone witness to a hole-in-one during League play.
There’s no feeling quite like that of unmerited grace.
Say, fer instance, hearing your name called as the prize winner in a skills contest…when you know for certain you’re simply not all that skillful.
The ‘gimmes’ flowed freely in my foursome at the golf league the other night.
Yesterday was ‘food day’ at golf league – one of several times during the season that we finish off our matches with a simple meal and some fellowship. It turned into something of a salvific event for me – a chance to take the edge off an otherwise horrific round.