The British Open

I don’t play golf (although I wish I had learned earlier) nor am I much interested in the professional players, but I did spend a good part of last week watching the British Open golf tournament at Scotland’s St. Andrews just for a welcome mental relief from the deathly heat in Delaware this summer. 

Watching the tournament was like watching a week of bad beach days.  The spectators were wearing jackets with the collars turned up and their fists jammed in the pockets as the constant cold wind tussled their hair and squeezed their clothes against their bodies.  The skies were filled with boiling, dark clouds that dropped rain at unpredictable intervals.  The wind blew spray from the crowns of the the waves rolling in on the empty, adjacent beach and whipped up whitecaps all the way to the horizon. 

In Ocean City, it would be a week of hell.  But sitting in Delaware’s murderous heat and humidity, it was a refreshing  reminder that this, too, will pass.  A message of hope in HD.

About Roger Walck

My reasons for writing this blog are spelled out in the posting of 10/1/2012, Montaigne's Essays. They are probably not what you think.
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