 Don't you just love a good game of golf - getting out there on the court and hitting that fuzzy florescent yellow ball right through the goal posts on a sunny day? Aren't they thrilling, those birdies and eagles and turkeys and pheasants and whatever? Alright, alright, I admit it. I'm not really a golfer. Maybe you figured that out. But I always liked the IDEA of being a golfer. I was quite excited about my first opportunity to try the game during phys. ed. class in the 10th grade. But guess what? Turns out I have an eye condition that leaves me without depth perception. Who knew? So when I tried to hit the ball, I never had any idea whether I was going to strike the ball or the air above it or the ground beneath it. Who ever said divots were only in polo? Nearly drove the teacher crazy. Neither of us knew what the problem was, so we were just left with a repeating conversation that went something like this:Teacher: "What's the matter with you, anyhow?" Me: "I dunno." (Teacher shakes head and groans) |
Oh well. I still love looking at the beautifully manicured greens and the pretty little balls and the grace of the golfers and ... here's the real point ... those lovely flags on sticks. I don't know what they're for, but they look so nice.  I'm sure they indicate something important. If only we could take those things with us to indicate whatever we consider important off the course. Well, we can! 
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We can even decorate them with anything we want.
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