Golf is a funny game – and no, not that kind of funny. Call it the Golf Gods or karma or the law of averages or some existential leveling of the score, but the game has an innate ability to give and take, take and give, forever leaving us confounded like some elaborate three-card monte game.
We've all seen it. Most of us have even witnessed it. You hit a slicing drive that appears headed for a watery grave, only to watch your ball hit the thinnest of limbs and carom back into the fairway. Still beaming from your good fortune, just minutes later your birdie putt appears targeted for the center of the cup when it inexplicably goes halfway down, pops back out and rests dubiously on the edge of the hole.
Those Golf Gods are funny. But not really.