tee up

There are so many references

in a life spent with eachother.

dad and I play golf.

he's great with the occasional dud shot

I'm dud with occasional greatness.

playing today on a spankingly beautiful winters sunday

standing in the middle of the fairway

in the middle of a beautiful golf club

in the middle of the greatest city in earth

turning to him and raising my arms to the azure sky

I smiled and said

"this is another fine mess you got me into"

and in that ironic way it was true.

you see it was a family day

and dad and I were out there hacking our way round 18 holes

with another grandfather and his grandson

and not playing too well, but loving it.

people bag golf

elitist, obsessive compulsive

uppity and pointless

a place for wankers.

but they miss one of its central points

golf is a metaphor for life.

its difficult, long, you often fuck up a shot

and in the end you only play yourself.

its also only about

relationships. 

4 hours, no phones, no distractions

and only exercise and conversation

meditation

philosophy

self control

and obviously with my dad its about love.

not bad for a stupid

impossible game

where you can spend hours putting a white ball

in a little hole.