Meeting with triumph not disaster

The theme of the week perhaps seems to be Baby Boomers, and one example who almost won his own sport’s major prize at the age of 60 (and with an articial hip!) was the golfing legend, Tom Watson,  who narrowly failed at the last hole to win the 2009 British Open.

This week I won a golf tournament for the first time. The opposition was not at the level as Tom’s in 2009 but the feeling for me was possibly the same:) The attraction of the game is that you can still participate, and even win, all through your life.

The late poet laureate, John Betjeman , sums it up in his poem Seaside Golf:

How straight it flew, how long it flew,
It clear’d the rutty track
And soaring, disappeared from view
Beyond the bunker’s back –
A glorious, sailing, bounding drive
That made me glad I was alive.

Complete poem here

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About Moorendman

A traveller through life who reads a great many of peoples works whilst self teaching himself.
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3 Responses to Meeting with triumph not disaster

  1. Peta says:

    Very well done, the first of many 🙂

  2. Honky Tonk Man says:

    how often did he get the driver out?

  3. Moorendman says:

    As the poem says, it played it’s part !!

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