Friday, August 12, 2016 – Yesterday at Walden Pond or If Samuel Taylor Coldridge Had Played Golf
If Samuel Taylor Coldridge had played golf the poem might have been called The Time of the Ancient Golfer. It would have a stanza like this:
Water water everywhere and oh the boards did shrink.
Water water everywhere and oh the balls did sink.
I only hit two into the water yesterday. The golf course at Walden is a beautiful course with teeny tiny little green areas surrounded by lots of really big water (Lake Conroe) and other assorted wetlands and more sand bunkers that a secret government facility. My success with the water was overshadowed by the at least six strokes I lost in the bunkers. I lost count of both strokes and bunkers.
The difference between a sand trap and water hazard is the difference between a car crash and an airplane crash. You have a chance of recovering from a car crash. – Bobby Jones
Even with water, sand and tiny greens, I did not finish last about of about 50 players. Given that I had never played the course, broke my distance device and actually finished in a heat that could have only come from the Breath of Hell, I was happy.
Today’s HWIT is very late because I had to make an emergency trip to The Woodlands to get this. If you are a golfer, you know exactly what it is. If you are not a golfer, it is a big ugly watch.
See you on the tee box!