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I got this e-mailed to me by my good friend, John.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.Golf PoemIn My Hand I Hold A Ball, White And Dimpled, And Rather Small.Oh How Bland It Does Appear, This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.By Its Size I Could Not Guess, The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell, I’ve Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same, Since I Chose To Play This Game.It Rules My Mind For Hours On End, A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend. It Has Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry, And Hate Myself And Want To Die.It Promises Me A Thing Called Par, If I Hit It Long And Straight And Far.To Master Such A Tiny Ball, Should Not Be Very Hard At All.But My Desires The Ball Refuses, And Does Exactly As It Chooses. It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies, And Disappears Before My Eyes. Often It Will Have A Whim, To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim. With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land, It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul, If Only It Would Find The Hole. It’s Made Me Whimper Like A Pup, And Swear That I Will Give It Up. And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow, But The Ball Knows … I’ll Be Back Tomorrow.Stand proud you noble swingers of clubs and losers of balls.  A recent study found the average golfer walks about 900 miles a year.  Another study found golfers drink, on average, 22 gallons of alcohol a year.  That means, on average, golfers get about 41 miles to the gallon.  Kind of makes you proud.  Almost feel like a hybrid.

Not on the English-speaking channel that our tax dollars pay for.  Dull, dull, dull.  Turn to TLN.  You might not understand what they’re saying, but it’s very easy to follow the game anyway.  And these guys ROCK!  I watched somebody score a goal yesterday (sometimes you really have to wait a long time), and the announcer screamed “SCORE” for 13 seconds.  Not repeatedly.  Just once.  He held it that long.  13 seconds.  I timed it.  Incredible.