The fog lifts, the dew not yet gone. Its quiet as the first swish, strong yet stiff, a little to eager, exilerating. Heart beat quickens yet the mind seeks the calm needed to make that shot. TINK! All fear gone, the ball rockets to lies unknown, to its destiny. Golf gods be kind, for I am here as often as I can. Because.... I LOVE GOLF.
Gauging the field at the British Open Its the countdown. Less than 10 hours to British Open! I am so excited. The Britsh Open starts tommorrow morning and it feels like Christmas. British Open Eve?
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