Greatness Courts Failure

It’s our ultimate destination and our Waterloo. The green – that smooth surface that tells your ball it will soon be home.  You try and make it in regulation, you get up and down on it, you fly through it, you roll off of it, and it’s just so damn pretty and inviting and so freakin’ large you don’t know how you could have missed it. It’s called the carpet, the dance floor, downtown. It’s got valleys, jaws, and elephant burial grounds. It snakes and waggles. You yank on it, you four-jack on it, you let it slide, you leave it in the grips or roll it too long to a watery grave. Sometimes getting there is like sex with your sister, you did the deed but not proud about how you got there. Or you pulled an O.J. Simpson - you somehow got away with it even though it was a Salman Rushdie, an impossible read. Golf’s a colorful sport with colorful slang but the only color we care about is green.