Following on from Gib's message, I had the pleasure of playing with John Bernhardt at MPCC on Friday and Saturday and I must say he is hitting the snot out of it. We had another friend in our foursome who is seriously ill, after the round he had an appointment at the local hospital for a three hour plasma exchange, his eighth in the past fourteen days.
Playing golf with men who have faced cancer and what our friend is facing, a year to live, makes me feel somewhat shallow for getting upset at yet another three putt. Like Pat, they are an inspiration.
By the way if Bernhardt comes your way, remember this, on the first tee he thought he was a nine, after a couple of holes he sidled up to me and whispered, "Better make me a six." Now whether it was because he thought we were easy pickings or a guilty conscience, I know not, but the Tiger is back.