Appeared in Winter 2015 LINKS
Far be it from me to cross swords with the good doctor, but in this case, Mac, en garde!
Though I steadily creak toward Medicare, there are still a few activities in life that manage to keep my fires roaring, and one remains the sanguine dash up a hill, around a corner, or over the rainbow if necessary to find the outcome of a shot that's not only withstood the swing I put on it but has also stood up to the most maligned of golf's myriad challenges—the blind hole.
In the very act of watching a ball soar and then disappear, hope ignites the spark of youth within. Who isn't young in the face of adventure? Who isn't a child in the face of surprise?
But blindness on a golf hole—whether off the tee or in the approach—is about more than adventure and surprise.