Re: [evonline2002_webheads] Golf - & other silly stuff
- Thanks John - I enjoyed this. Good on ya mate indeed!
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From: "John Hibbs" <skipper@...>
Sent: 16/04/2013 12:46:08 AM
Subject: [evonline2002_webheads] Golf - & other silly stuff
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>Most native English speakers know the meaning of a mulligan. I
>suspect most ESL students do not. Stretched to its widest
>boundaries, this message has mulligan overtones -- where
>forgiveness is part and parcel to the term. Please forgive what
>follows. The rest has nothing whatsoever to do with the teaching of
>Proceed at your own risk; mindful of Ben Franklin's best advice:
>"Time is the most valuable commodity of them all".
>Boxing is called the 'sweet science'. Baseball is a 'game of inches'.
>Golf, as all who play the game will agree, was concocted in hell by
>the Devil himself. He allows you to make shots equal to any of the
>Greats. Then, with equal measures of cruelty and delight, he puts
>your ball in the woods. Or in the lake. Or places never to be found
>again. (In Hong Kong while looking for a errant shot I met up with a
>cobra...which instantly scrambled off after one look at a raging
>lunatic in the grip of a three-iron.)
>Today, the Devil is now in glee.
>This weekend in Augusta, Tiger was on his way to the lead with a shot
>so perfect it hit the bottom end of the pin; could have easily
>dropped in the hole for an eagle. But, no the Devil, with all his
>craft and evil intent, made the ball bounce into the creek.
>Thereafter, predictably, a media frenzy pounding Tiger. Then, Sunday,
>predictably, Tiger getting off the deck, like a great racehorse down
>the backstretch. But this is golf, the Devil's game so Tiger was,
>predictably punished by a half dozen puts that missed the hole by a
>HOWEVER all that blarney is NOT the point of this message. Give me
>one more mulligan. (Or not?) You have been warned...but HERE, finally
>is the point.
>All four days of the Masters I was planted on my couch; but Sunday
>was the best.
>Three marvelous Australians, an Argentine ,and a young, brash Yank --
>are there no other kind? -- were each doing battle with themselves,
>the course and the Devil. The caddy for the Argentine was the man's
>son -- bonded with each other in ways that would make a grown man
>cry. I sensed the two of them were having more fun than anyone on
>the course. Or maybe even anyone watching? You think the tango is
>pretty? Not half as pretty as the show put on by Angel Caberera, a
>grandfather no less.
>But there come the Australians, and how could I not cheer for them?
>I "grew up" in Kangaroo Valley, Earls Court, London, circa 1964;
>traveled overland from England to Sydney with two Ozzies; visited the
>country many, many times,-- one of which, Dear Webheads, was at the
>invitation of Michael Coglan. If that isn't pleasurable company,
>then what is?
>Bless you Webheads for allowing this long rant. The end is near.
>After four full days of golf in regulation, one Argentine and one
>Australian ended up in dead a dead heat. Mano-a-mano, more Tango,
>from tee to green. But it was the tango the Ozzie, Adam Scott, who
>--- his words "put a brand new notch in the belt of Australian
>Even the Devil can't take away a Green Jacket as grand as the one now
>enroute to the Down Under.
>Good on ya Mate.
>The NY Times has lovely article. Worth reading; if only for the
>pleasure or REALLY good writing.
>Woods's Odd Journey Through Golf's Majors