Dawn Patrol, first of the season, at the Golf Course in the Valley of the Shadow of the Brewery, alone with my thoughts, too too alone … Sing with me, won’t you? Muscle memory, dim in corners of my mindMisty sprinkler-spattered memories, like, dang …Really? All those lessons?All we spent on … [Read more...]
This damn game 9: Paranoia edition
I learned something today, and it was only later, after I watched the first two episodes of "Mr. Robot," that I thought it's a little scary, what I learned. Which is this: Every baseball used in a major league game is tracked from its first use (a pitcher pitches it) until it's taken out of play. … [Read more...]
This damn game 6: Dawn Patrol, with woodpecker
IN THE EARLY MORNING, some days, the dew glistens in the brilliant sunshine and makes a golf ball disappear in plain sight, like it was just another point of light among millions. Today was cloudy, more burnished silver than yellow-gold shiny, and golf balls were easier to find in the odd places … [Read more...]
This damn game 5: Clarity
I work, in my day job, in collaboration with other team members and/or cohorts, in pursuit of a concept and/or notion identified, if not defined, as “strategic clarity,” which will be a synthesis, when achieved (notwithstanding that it's a journey not a destination), of the aggregated vision of all … [Read more...]
This damn game: 2
LACEY USA – It was a scorecard the likes of which I’d never experienced … all sixes … until No. 9, when I missed a bogey putt for 7. It meant two of the sixes were bogeys – okay. It meant two of the sixes were triples. It meant I played all the par-4s at double-bogey. It wasn’t as bad as it … [Read more...]
This damn game
TUMWATER USA – Golf on a recent fading Thursday evening at the course closest to Grey Goatee World Headquarters, too dark, of course, to play on, but you’re so close and what the hell. I jerked it hard into the trees on the left on 18, but I had a shot to the green. Struck it clean with a 7-iron, … [Read more...]
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