Jim's always been good at saying a lot with a few words. (It helps that he's a two time mid-am champ, so we tend to listen.) So in his honour, a JES Haiku:
At Pebble, at Last
a rare good shot left
the ocean sprays crash behind
a paralyzed form
the seasoned golfer
a living eliot poem
head-piece filled with fear
no banging second
the whimpering play for five
a wasteland of pars
so many hours
and sacrificed half a grand
dare you hit a shot?
poor mister lemon
many fruitless rounds right here
never made the cut
lesson or lessons
listen to the mid-am champ
get better, or don't