Memories... like the corners of my mind...
misty water-colored memories...
of me choking golf shots....
Scattered pictures..
of the birdies I left behind
Birdies only in my mind though
replaced by choking golf shots....
Can it be that I was such a gag then?
Or has time made me feel like I don't stink?
If I had a chance to do it all again...
Tell me, would I?
Could I?
Memories... seem so beautiful and then
Gene Greco has to remind me....
Of one of the great gags of my golf life....
I'm a choking dog....
I'm a
choke
ing
dog........