
The angry and fearful mob behaves the same whether they're charged on beer or political distress.
As with sand piles, the charts of stocks, market indices, and even species population curves reveal that an angle of repose appears to exist elsewhere in nature. Maybe this is some sort of natural law or a limit to growth.
The famous market crash of 1929 charted below illustrates an unsustainable slope.
The pro finally gave the go ahead to tee off. We walked to the first tee with caddies in tow. The pro walked out to watch the tee off. The Senator announced that we would match up in pairs per six holes. He asked me my handicap, and I said "20". John, our host, said "22". The other John says "14". The Senator than states that he and I will pair for the first six holes. As I walk to hit my first shot, I kept thinking "just hit this one straight". The pro, my foursome, and the four caddies were the pressure cooker. The tee shot went off fine down on the right side of the fairway. Relief! My second shot lands just next to the green and I'm thinking "this isn't that hard". But, as I prepared my chip, all of the warnings I had heard before heading to Augusta were "beware of the greens...they're like glass". Well, I chipped on the green as I would on a Houston course and the ball rolled off the back of the green. I then repeated the shot and chip on and rolled off the front of the green. My third chip was more proactive and I just chipped over the green! By this time, my partner, the Senator, was already putting out and signaled that our team has recorded a better score. The next few holes are a blur. The recovery from the first green took some time. The deep bunker on #4 took three shots to get out. That didn't help. By 7 or 8, a tempo of some sort for this hacker began to develop.
With the front nine complete, the back nine promised some more respectible golf. Amen Corner brought some great memories and fortune. Hole #12, the famous par 3, is beautiful. The Hogan Bridge is picturesque and creates great ambiance in the shady corner. We took a photo of the foursome by the bridge. I don't recall my club choice, but it was finally the right one and my tee shot landed 8 feet from the pin. Larry, my caddy, suddenly became jazzed. He said "we can make this!". Thank God for the "we". The greens are so challenging, but Larry would put a club on the green and say "this is the hole". Many times, I wanted to question the placement, but he has been caddying at Augusta for 40 years. I went with his line and sunk the birdie putt! Larry gave me my first high five.
13 and 14 were respectable. I duffed my tee shot on 15. The Senator walks by me and says "you can still do okay from here". I at first thought that he was heckling me, but Larry said, "we're okay". He was starting to act like we were now in a competition. I was teamed up with John now and we were making some progress. Larry pulled my 5 wood out and said "this is your club". He said "just hit it over the hill". I hit probably my best shot of the day. We walk over the hill and everyone's balls were in the same vicinity. It was probably 200 to reach the green over the water. John, our host, says to his friend John "you didn't come to Augusta to lay up did you?". John quickly replied "yes, I did". John hit a nice lay up in front of the water. I was deciding my fate when Larry says "I have your club". He hadn't put the 5 wood up yet. He said "hit it just like you hit the last one". I told him "Larry I never hit the same shot two times in a row!". He said "just keep your head down". Well, I hit the best shot of my hacker career. Larry excitedly yells "it's going in the hole!". The ball plugs on the back of the green ten feet above the pin. My second high five from Larry. I looked at Larry and said "can Marino do that?" and he said "all day long". So much for euphoria.
Hole #16, known as "Redbud", has the famous "two level" green. I'm in the right bunker preparing my shot. Larry yells "what are you doing?". I look over and he says "don't you know about this green?". No, Larry I'm a hacker. He walks up the green and stands 20' to the right of the pin and says "hit it here". Wow, I would have never figured that one out. I get out of the trap in one, but not down on the lower level. Two putts and we'll take a 5. My only thought on the 17th tee was to not hit the famous Eisenhower Tree that lurks on the left side. Eisenhower hated the tree and begged the club to remove it. I went right instead.
Hole 18 has tight trees on both sides of the fairway. I went with the safe 5 wood and hit a nice tee shot down the middle. The approach shot lands on the green. Relief. I'm lining my putt up for the birdie and the Senator says "Kirk, if you sink this one, I'm going to question that handicap you gave me a few hours ago". He obviously forgot about our first six holes together as teammates! Well, he successfully got in my head, and I very happily ended with a par on 18. After watching the tournament today, I'm even more estatic about that par. My wife was waiting up at the clubhouse watching us putt out. She said "how did you do" and I said "many highs and lows!". A great day it was.
I hoped for one memorable hole and ended up with 3 so I was elated. The bad holes quickly fade from memory (except maybe the three chips on #1 or the bunker on #4). Playing at 35 degrees didn't seem to matter either. What a memory and unique opportunity. To this day, I tell the story with great guilt because there are so many golfers that deserve the opportunity more than I did.
The picturesque 12th green with the Hogan Bridge.
The practice range.
The clubhouse.
The drive into the club.
Me and the Senator at the 12th.
Me and my mentor, Larry.
Larry lining up the birdie putt at 12.
The Eisenhower Cottage
The back porch at the clubhouse.
John and the Senator at the 12th tee.
Ice at Augusta National.
Looking back from the 15th green.
John on the 16th tee.
Me at the 17th tee. Note the Eisenhower Tree out to the left.
The 18th Hole
Us and the Senator and his wife
Our hosts and hostesses
Source: http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/africa/04/10/somalia.u.s.ship/index.html#cnnSTCOther1
Being Holy Week, I'll take a breather from the crazy events in the world and present some writings from Father David Kirk.
DO NOT BE AFRAID
"We live in difficult days. Reagan, Gorbachev. We're told to fear travel. To fear to walk anywhwer. To fear muggers and looters, autos and storms. To fear the Russians, the Communists, the Nicaraguans."
"Fear is a lifestyle; In New York City, we're like a knot of animals, threatened, surrounded. And it its said" only those who fear mightily and react violently will survive. Ethics of the shotgun. To give up all our fears is to give up our humanity. They say: fear guarantees survival. Put before us is the enemy. Bob Dylan: 'Making us think we have something to defeat.' "
"But to all this, through all this the Gospel maintains: 'There is no need to be afraid, my little community, for your Father is to give you the Kingdom.' A promis, nothing more, is the only thing we seem to have. Nothing else. Is that sufficient to help us survive, for us to hang on to, to make us motivated enough to continue?"
"For Abraham, it was. Because of such a promise Abraham left his home and went out and lived in a tent, looking for a city built by God. He never saw that city, he never arrived at it, his whole life was full of complications; even when he had a son, he was asked to sacrifice him to God. But he kept on because of his dream, because of that promise, because of that town, because of something he never fully saw realized in his life."
"Fear clogs. 'To he who is afraid everything rustles.' St. Maximos"
"Faith liberates. Cruelty and fear always walk together."
Father David Kirk (written in the 80's)
For more on Father David Kirk:
http://www.fatherdavidkirk.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Father_David_Kirk
http://emmaushouse-harlem.org/