Slicing Through the Back Nine with the Cowboy

So here we are on the back nine and the course has promised to make it interesting. As if the front nine wasn’t hard enough and after using up your strength they put in longer holes and more bunkers on the back nine.

The same holds true with Cancer treatments. You continue down the course but you notice you pay more and more attention to what hole you are playing. You start to count down the number of times you will have to drive off the tee. The number of iron shots you will need to keep right on track and not hit into the rough and finally how many of those really accurate, all consuming putts will you still be required to reach way down inside yourself and “Read-it, Roll-it and Hole-it”.

I understand that I don’t need to get the Glorious Green Jacket of the Masters but I would like to think I am still on the Leader Board. They say “Life is like golf” nether can be won or lost “They can only be played”. They are both a challenge to complete with dignity and pride. A “short cut” or and “End-Run” may give you some short term successes but won’t get you long term benefit.

I have no higher regard for anyone than what I do for those that “Stood the Storm”. Looked Life (Cancer Included) in the eye and NEVER BLINKED. They aren’t the young or the old. They aren’t the weak or the strong. They aren’t the men or the women, the tall or the short they are just the quality of person that you would be so proud to “Ride the River” with. That person that doesn’t seem to stand out but whenever you have needed them they seem to be just standing there. Those people in your life that if you took the time to analyze always seem to be standing in the “Giving line” and never in the “Receiving line”.

The good LORD has surrounded me with just such people and at this time in my life they will never know how much they mean to me nor how much strength they give to me. They are a huge part of who I am and do not intend to let them down by backing-off now.

I got “Shanked” again on the #13 hole over the weekend. I didn’t kick my club and walk off whining. I stood my ground and made it to #14. Looks like a bad hole but we’re ready so “BRING-IT!!!!” When you get into these hard spots remember “Never Holler Whoa in a Hard Spot” and “When in Doubt let yer Horse do the Thinkin”.

Four more holes to go (1 week and a few days)(actually16 days 7 hours and well it’s all about perception . . . RIGHT?)

See Ya down the Fairway

The Cowboy, from Pistols to Putters, from Piggin strings to golf tees, from Princess to---oops better sign off or I’ll be sleepin’ in the bunker ag’in.