The right club, a nice swing, a ball that descends from the blue sky, carves a small divot in the green and rolls into the cup. It becomes the ultimate reward for long years of lessons, practice and hard work.
Blind luck happens.
Now, for the millions of purists who vehemently believe a woman should not wear white shoes after Labor Day and pro teams should be required to pay their dues, there are still a few of us diehards who believe delayed gratification is not a bad thing. Working hard and long to reach the summit makes the reward that much sweeter. I admit I'm traditional and conservative by nature. Can't help it. It goes back to my childhood.