Fore!

After not playing golf for more than 35 years, and never playing well, NewMexiKen has rejoined the ranks of the duffers. Sunday, in a round shortened by a thunderstorm, I was faced with a par-three-hole that consisted pretty much of tee boxes, a green and a water hazard the approximate size of Lake Superior (well, it looked that way to me). I figured the smartest move was to just go ahead and dump my supply of golf balls directly into the water.

But I gave it a shot. I hit the ball rather well (for me that means that it actually left the ground at any point). It took off nicely and then skipped across the surface of the water two or three times before landing just on the green.

I figured either the water in Albuquerque is even harder than I thought or the gods of golf were sucking me in.