I just recalled a few wonderful experiences I had on the golf course that I think only a Marshall can relate to. It struck me early in the summer halfway into my shift. The golf course was crowded but everything was running absolutely perfectly. Everyone spaced out like a golf Marshall’s dream. No gaps. No laggards. It was a beautiful form of ballet perhaps only understood by a golf Marshall. A rare occurrence. Almost a fantasy. To the golfers participating in this ballet a smooth well paced game but to the Marshall with an overall picture a masterpiece of synchronicity that took me through some terrible Sundays where it felt like a loss of control and meltdown that only God could fix as it was too overwhelming for a human to deal with.
Have a good winter and if you have any space in your private jet take me somewhere warm with a low COVID rate. With my mindfulness strategy I’ll take ten strokes off your score! Wine consulting included!
Actually coming up withdrawal therapy for Golf Marshalls……..
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