As a duffer, there have been many times when I found myself blasting from one bunker to another. There were many times when I’d hit three tee shots out of bounds and then top my fourth drive and crawl my way to the hole.
There were times when I’d cris-cross the sleek green and could not seem to get my ball to stop on the putting surface. There were many times when I forgot that I had many other clubs in my bag and stuck to the ever-dependable 7-iron since it was the only one that I could hit the ball with.
I’ve been through so many tough times playing golf that I sometimes ask myself if I am a masochist and not just simply too optimistic.
This week, although I only got to touch a golf club yesterday has been like a bad game of golf when the service center of a car dealer can’t seem to fix the problem with my vehicle.
I have taken the vehicle to their service center twice for a back job and I hope that as they promised, I could get it back today without the problem, which wasn’t there in the first place when the vehicle was brought in for the standard preventive maintenance check-up.
The people at the car dealership are probably lucky that I’m used to bad days and can still find time to say I enjoyed the day afterwards, but then it’s different when you got a bad day at the golf course and a bad week with car repairmen.
At least in golf, if it’s not a tournament, your playing partners can just tell you to pick-up the ball and march on to the next hole, but when the car repairs don’t work, you can end up walking home if the vehicle breaks down.
I’m still a believer in sending a vehicle to the so-called casa for repairs. These people are supposed to know better about the vehicles that their company built or assembled more than any other repair shop.
If this were a race, I’d have long retired because the mechanics at the pit stop can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong.
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I still feel very strongly against the protesters, who are disrupting the Olympic torch relay to air their disgust about the alleged abuses being committed by the Chinese government in Tibet.
Each time I see footage of the protesters trying to put out the flame or how the relay organizers have changed the way the Olympic flame has been moved from one place to another I could not help but feel so sad.
I have always looked at the Olympics as one of the best reasons why the world should be peaceful.
Okay, there was a major incident in the 1972 Munich Games when terrorists killed members of the Israeli team, but most of the Olympic Games have been a showcase of the good side of mankind.
I hope those who are bankrolling the protests would spare the Olympics from their clamor for attention.
There are many ways to let the world know about the atrocities being committed in Tibet without having to disrupt the Olympic torch relay and the Games that would be opening in Beijing, China this August.
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MILESTONES: I would like to congratulated Mikey Wee and Kaye Yap, who are tying the knot tomorrow afternoon.
Belated birthday wishes to April Tan Villa-Tumakay, our kumara and wife’s best friend, who turned a year older last April 15.
More power!