And then there’s Roaring Rory winning his third start in a row, last week’s PGA Championship in Soggy Kentucky. And how has he done it? By out-gutting the contenders on the final nine holes on Sunday. Poor Ricky Fowler has gotten close in all four majors but can’t quite make it up that final hill. His time will come, though. And Phil came close, but no cigar. And Tiger simply has to hang it up until next spring, and even then he may not make it even halfway back to his former glory. Meanwhile, Rory may just go on winning tournament after tournament. That would really be something to see. So, golf is back in my life, but only in the watching of the PGA, the up-coming FedEx playoffs and the Tigerless Ryder Cup, but still no playing of golf. That may be in the future or it may not. It all depends on my unreliable body. As William Carlos Williams so aptly and famously said it:
"so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens"
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