Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, September 26, 2013 at 10:11 AM.

In pondering these life divots, I started thinking about what could be “poured” on them to speed the healing process of the hole in the ground or in you or me.  Apologies sometimes make more divots, but they are something that I thought should be considered.  Time is usually a good divot healer, but then I started thinking about the “good divots” and not wanting to repair them.

Honestly, I didn’t get very far with this line of thought.  Like many of my tee shots, my shade tree psychology ended up in the woods – straight and true and sounding really nice, but in the woods.

The best comparison I could come up with was a stain on a clean shirt.  You know the shirt is “clean,” but the stain is still there.  Stains, like divots shouldn’t bother us.  They may bother some folks, but they are the owner of the shirt’s to deal with.

Then I started thinking about the stains I caused and decided I better just quit thinking.

We ramble on, living with the joy and sorrow that we have experienced and caused.

When my buddies showed up, I did not tell them what I was thinking about sitting in the shade.  I gave them their money’s worth, hitting two balls far into the woods. 

I would like to note that the two drives were perfectly straight into the woods and they both sounded sweet when I hit them. Parring only one hole on this afternoon, I felt really good about my golf game. 

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