Dan - no one who doesn't love golf, and perhaps no one from sunnier and warmer southern climes, can ever fully appreciate how surely our winter-trammelled souls will soon burst forth into fresh words and actions, not only on the newly awakened links but EVERYWHERE. Seriously: since the last putt dropped at Augusta on Sunday (the official start of my golf season), I find that I've come ALIVE: talking more and laughing more, kissing my wife and child constantly, encouraging my co-workers with warm praise and helpful advice, handing out money to total strangers, breaking out in song and dance like a young Fred Astaire, petting the cat, immensely enjoying my food and drink, thinking gratefully about the wisdom and decenecy of our political leaders, and generally being the best and friendliest neighbour I can possibly be. Oh, my: I can feel the MAGIC. I can already see the putts going in, can embody the perfect impact position, the ball compressing on the club face just before rocketing off straight and high and true into the cloudless light blue sky, can sense the best rounds of my life coming, just around the corner waiting for me to embrace them. I'm itching to find a 7,100 yard course, and bring it to its knees!!
Peter