It is not so much a skull anymore
as it is a
large bucket in which names, places and random
golf thoughts have been jumbled like so many range
balls: yips, chips, birdies, eagles, Eales (Paul), Els (Ernie), Jeff Gove, Davis Love, Rocky Thompson, Rocco Mediate, rye grass, Sawgrass, flagsticks, flat sticks, fairway woods, Tiger Woods, what I would not give to be out of this god - forsaken room; Aoki, Azinger, and my ordeal had barely begun.