Randy Sabados (March 17,1955 / Denver, Colorado)
How does one speak about the game of golf? A game of so many emotions, both highs and lows. It can be as sweet and passionate as your lover on a warm summer night ~ your swing is flowing smooth and easy and the ball is rolling the greens pure and true. It can feel as if you're destined to endless torture ~ your heart being slowly ripped out, piece by piece when you struggle, hole by hole. You can experience nature's beauty as your mind and soul wander between shots. A friendship can be forged for a lifetime as you talk, laugh and joke with others while sharing this crazy bond with a ball and clubs. Sportsmanship is exemplified at a level above other sports ~ where self honesty still shines and gives the game dignity. It is said that you can tell much about one's character by watching how they carry themselves throughout eighteen holes ~ because golf is so much like life ~ full of adversity and 'rub of the greens'. No matter how bad your round was, you keep coming back to give it another go ~ the same way you pick yourself up off of the floor when life's random hurts come your way.
You come back because of the challenge, that rush of euphoria ~ when you hit the perfect shot or knock in the forty foot snake ~ just to have that indescribable feeling ~ to see the look on your buddies’ faces ~ when they think they've got you ~ and you come from nowhere to tie or beat them on a hole or in a match. The jokes, the laughter, the razzing and ribbing ~ the humbleness and the handshakes, the beers and the tears. The wonderful feeling of accomplishment when you finally win a tournament, which so seldom comes your way. Oh, this game! It is never, ever the same from day to day! We all hold something about this wonderful game so close and deep within our hearts. It fills our souls with feelings of life.
copyrighted 2000 Randy Sabados
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