I am not a golfer! Nor do I ever want to be one—but—
I live in Arizona about 3 miles from where the Accenture Match Play Tournament is presently taking place.
Why live in Arizona in a location surrounded by golf courses? To enjoy and appreciate the beauty of God’s works:
The sunsets—there’s no way I can top the picture heading my blog.
Here in Marana, golf rules. Millions of dollars are made by the golf courses, hotels, restaurants, gas stations, etc.
The anticipation prior to the Accenture—Will he show up—? Is he here yet—? How did he do today—?The he– is Tiger Woods.
The Tiger finally arrives, on the television the world is watching him practice.
The next day the match begins. The Tiger is scheduled to tee off at 10:35AM. Many of the spectators are making moral judgments—Does he deserve to win?—Has he paid for his sins—? Those are not our judgments to make. He is still the Tiger.
Back to the match, I know it has begun by the sounds of encouragement emanating from the living room. My wife who knows less about golf than I do is cheering him on. He scrapes by to win on the first day.
Will he survive the next match? Despite fighting to survive—he loses. There are mixed emotions—cheers for the winner—respectful silence for the Tiger.
It’s over for him, after the exit interviews, he fades away—will he return next year—? Maybe!
The match goes on!