Randy Sabados

Rookie (March 17,1955 / Denver, Colorado)

Golf - Poem by Randy Sabados

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.

And Why?
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