Golf

Golf is a weird game, if you really stop to think about it. Go ahead, stop to think about it for a minute. While most sports include some sort of "ball", golf falls in the category of sports which require the use of an additional object that is used to direct or guide or manipulate the ball. Unlike hockey, lacrosse, or even baseball and cricket, golf is by far the least "contact" sport of them all. This explains its wide age range of players. It's also a fairly expensive sport, with a decidedly "upper class" flair to it. It's also the only sport I know of that businessmen and executives will play during a meeting. But I guess what gets me most is just the idea of it all - the fact that we would pay lots of money to stand several hundred yards away from a hole in the ground of about 108mm wide, and hit a small ball as hard as we can with some metal sticks and try and get it in the hole while avoiding trees, lakes, streams, large piles of sand, hills, etc. Its weird, but there is also something beautiful about it.

This morning at 8:50, Meyer's Pride Construction hosted its first Skins Game. The field was small, only three competitors, compared to the usual four. The course, Colony West. The weather was beautiful, a cool 74 degrees all morning. The competition was tight and full of drama, with the outcome hanging in the balance until the final putt on the 18th hole. I believe a good time was had by all.

We hope that this can become a regular monthly outing, a tradition unlike any other. For now, I was just content to be in the beautiful outdoors, surrounded by hundreds of roofs with blue tarps but not caring a bit about them.

In other news, Jamey has just become the first person I have ever met to go the dentist, only to have the dentist tell him to quit brushing. Apparently he brushes his teeth as hard as he hits a golf ball, and he is danger of a receding gumline and possible "bone damage." I believe the exact term was a "gum divot."