Critical Eye on Golf Course

Can’t help but thinking of Pat in the wake of Zach Johnson’s Master’s win. He would have gloried in it. I do believe the only reason Pat Kurt paid for cable was access to Zach on the golf course.

I never knew Pat when he was a golfer, but judging by his memorabilia (a monkey in plaid knickers intently t-ing up, etc.), firm insistence that he had more than once made a hole-in-one, and the testimony of friends I concluded he was a good one.
Myself, I never hit a golf ball. Once I went to Hawaii with 2 friends who brought their clubs and accompanied them to the links. I tried, but gave it up as a bad job after uprooting a lot of sod.

Of course, I most miss him most Sunday mornings, when we made spicy Bloody Marys and I recounted the evening at the Club, and we’d laugh and I’d swear at some of it. Now he’s gone and so is the Club—at least for me; I’ve been sacked for mouthing off, articulating the truth. And that’s what a critical eye connected to a critical mouth will get you every time! Oh Well!!!