I’ve been in the hospital three times in the past six weeks, so you’ll have to forgive me for feeling morose. So morose that I can see nothing to cheer about in America’s – and the world’s – political future.
I see a Trump era ahead, in which Republicans are allowed to turn back the clock while the new President wheels and deals with the Russian mob, raking in the ill-gotten loot.
But I see one bright spot. Golf.
As I told a young nurse named Allison, taking up the game when I was about her age was the best decision I ever made. Not only because playing it has helped me weather the storms of life but also because of the many absorbing hours I’ve spent watching it and reading about it.
I only hope Allison takes my advice and heads for the driving range. She would never regret it.
Of course, playing is out of the question for me for a while, but I am looking forward to watching a great year of golf – perhaps the best year ever.
And I don’t say that lightly. I know about 1930, when Bobby Jones won the Grand Slam. And 1953 when Ben Hogan captured the Masters and the two Opens…. And the Tiger years.
But 2017 could top all of those epic years.
Tiger is back. Phil is still the thrill. Bubba is … well.. .Bubba. And the young guns are coming after them – Jordan, Dustin, Rory and Jason to name a few.
There are lots more where they came from – Patrick Reed, Brooks Koepka, Hidecki Matsuyama… and on and on.
And that’s just the men. You want to see talent? How about Lydia Ko? Brooke Henderson? Ariya Jutanugarn? Lexi Thompson?
Yes, folks. As I peer morosely into the future, I am heartened by the assurance that golf will help get through the dismal year ahead. Just as it has helped me survive those other rough seas I encountered jn past years.