I stood among two men holding iron clubs, their names were Denny and Ben on my mind was a fairway straight through it and I’d reach my destination a wedge was grabbed from the bag as a man in a cart wheeled past me Denny asked if he could play along the man said he certainly would our foursome was now complete it happened on the third valley tee.
The man in the cart was heavy he was bigger than plump dressed in all gray he stood slumped he had a long beard that wired down just below the top collar of his shirt a one horn rhino printed on its front in his hat was an American Flag pinned by the words Holy Cow.
He said his name was Joe After we shook hands and were ready to go Denny then Ben teed off first Ben was just shy of the green Denny sliced his ball right Ben’s went just to the left mine went straight through the narrow biting the green it was a good shot Denny and Ben congratulated me Joe said nothing he only adjusted his ball then he teed off slicing far-far to the right as he yelled loud an unholy curse the first word in his curse beginning with a ‘G’ the second word ending in an ‘n’.
I began to walk forward straight within the fair-way thinking about the narrow and the more I played the game the more I learned from Joe that day by what he thoughtlessly was saying how awful he was playing his game as he cursed every bad stroke and talked as if war was a joke as if flying body parts were funny and he chattered so very much you forgot half of what he was saying and he kept us constantly waiting as he searched for his lost causes like a fool in the tall weeds screaming in the wide rough ”Hopeless! Absolutely hopeless!”
His luck only changing once landing him squarely on the fairway but then he cheated for a better lie and it went on like this the whole time we played until Denny and Ben had enough of the unholy cursing and left after the sixth tee.
I just couldn’t leave there was more to learn and a better game I have never played my mind focused on the blessed narrow and I thought it’s about pure attitude and if you have it in you… your longitude will be in line your latitude less wider a destination is better reached and not too far off par if one wonders not far off a fair-way.
Smiling ended my game only six over as I reached down to retrieve my best game ever golf ball and glanced at Joe positioning himself on the last green I quit following his game after to many cursed swings and he was about to end without a score card score but only some advice was given to him “The only way to play, Joe, is in the narrow” I said as he was about to putt his last stroke and he cursed again as his ball rolled past the hole ”In the narrow, Joe, it’s the only way in life to also go.”
He didn’t even play out the game just picked up his kicked ball said goodbye and tanks hopped his fat body in his cart and drove away.
Later, that evening I wondered upon a star it gives man direction true and due north it’s longitude is always in line it’s latitude is never off course dwelling on my own life, I thought fools live in the rough of impure cursing the wise live in the way of pure blessing The narrow way -- the unchanging fair way happy are those who enter through it for they shall one day see the sacred and their score joyfully read.
Peter the Roman
Origin of name the Nobody.... Nemo... Peter the Roman and all names since the Origin