foozle vt foo-zled; foo-zling (1892): to manage or play awkwardly; a bungling golf stroke
Friday, July 25, 2008
An Invitation to More Golf
We've all had that feeling where we hit the ball right smack-dab in the middle of the clubface and rejoice almost instantly in how purely the contact resonates through our hands, up through our arms and, if we're tuned in and really lucky, all the way into our hearts. We look up just in time to see the ball actually travelling towards the intended target, and more amazingly even, it appears that it won't land ten yards short like it often does but instead nuzzle itself up-close and personal-like with the flagstick. It's as if, for just a moment, we were indeed meant to play this crazy game we call golf, and it appears that maybe we could, in fact, play all-day, every day for the rest of our lives and not get tired of it. I call this Golf's invitation to golfers all around the globe to play more golf. The Game wants you to play it and it lets you know that by giving you the feeling, however fleeting it may be, that I just explained above. By all means, if granted this invitation, do everything you possibly can to heed its calling. You'll be glad you did.
I live in Minnesota with my wife and two daughters. I play golf to about a six handicap, as long as my putter is cooperating. When I'm not playing golf or hanging out with my wife and kids, I work at a brewery and dream about playing golf or being with my wife and kids.