For Love of the Game
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Slowly the fog drifts from the verdant grass dripping with the night's perspiration. The almost methodical chirping of birds caresses you into a sense of ease and relaxation. The first brilliant streaks of sun come cascading over the horizon provide a sense of awe. The scenery around you is almost postcard like and it seems as if it will only be a few more minutes before you wake up in your bed nice and warm under the comforter. Stepping back you look around you at the well kept fairways and close cut greens. This is where you belong, out on the course with a piece of iron in one hand, a small white ball in the other, and not a care in the world.
A golf course is a sacred place among many people in the world today. Some come just for some fun on vacation, others enjoy the calm feeling that sweeps on you and embodies your spirit and soul. Whatever the reason is it's still undeniable that you feel something when you're out there on the course. The feeling takes hold of you and won't let go even when you're in the parking lot after the round...