Dreams

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My dream as a child was to be a professional athlete. At some point in my mid-forties, I had to face reality and realize my prospects were slim. I guess having average skills, being slow-footed, and having a lack of desire for practice, contributed to me not realizing my true calling in life.

 

As the years passed, my options hung on a very thin thread. Playing professional golf on the Champions Tour was my last hope. My rational was simple. You have to be at least fifty years of age to be able to compete on the Champions Tour. And while not commonplace, golfers with undistinguished golfing pedigrees in their youth have found the magic formula and emerged as stars on the circuit formerly known as the Senior Tour.

 

I understood that my lofty ambition would be a challenge. It is not every day that a recreational golfer who shoots in the nineties and plays from the middle tees on municipal courses makes it to the professional ranks.

 

 I am proud to announce that my hard work and dedication have paid dividends. My golf game has gotten better and I have lowered my handicap. Unfortunately, based on my current rate of improvement, and assuming my body never physically deteriorates, I should be eligible to earn my tour card somewhere between my ninety fifth and ninety sixth birthday.

 

Undaunted, I will continue my Don Quixote-like quest; resting only to watch sports on HD television hoisted on my black leather recliner with my trusted remote by my side.