A Soulful Journey

  Two golfing buddies, Irving and Seymour, were shmoozing over coffee one day after their weekly game of golf.  The question they were musing about is simple: Is there golf in heaven, or not? They talked and talked, and realized that they were no nearer to knowing the answer than they’d been before they started talking. But they came up with an ingenious way to find out the answer to the question. They promised one another that whoever died first would try to get a message back to the other. That put their minds at ease. One day, Irving passed away in his sleep. Seymour was saddened by the news, but within a few weeks he began to be anxious as he waited to learn the answer to the question that had bedeviled them in that conversation they’d had back then. One week went by, then a second. Finally, a few days later, as he was about to go to sleep, Irving appeared to Seymour in a vision. “Hello, Seymour!” Irving said. “Hello, Irving,” Seymour responded.  “Nu,” he continued, “...

Although my drives are not too far,  And chip shots not too spectacular, And even when I reach the green, My putting eye is not too keen, But still, I love the game a lot I'm happy making every shot; The only part that I abhor Is when I total up my score. - Roger W. Dana Is the the game or the final tally?  This is a question for one's life.

As a gift, I received a dozen golf balls, each printed with my name-Tony Palmigiano. One day, while playing on the public course in Queens, New York, decided to use one of the balls. One of my drives off the tee sliced into the adjacent freeway. As I approached the spot, I saw a woman pick up my ball, look at it and slip it into her golf bag. When I politely informed her that the ball she had picked up belong to me, she immediately pulled it out and said, “Oh no! You see, I always play a Tony Palmigiano ball!”  Feeling like a pro, I walked away with a big smile on my face. A great person is one who refuses to embarrass another.

Turk Pipkin: “Nongolfers frequently ask what the big deal is about golf.  I’ve given up trying to explain that haunting feel of a perfect shot: the magical flight of the ball as it defied gravity, wind and all the things physical in search of the tiniest goal. While most of man’s athletic competitions imitate war, golf imitate life, each player pitting his own skills against the hazards of the way.  On the basic nine-holer, it is you against he lay of the land; and if bad breaks conspire against you, they also show whether you have what it takes to overcome them.” – Texas Monthly

“The income tax has made more liars out of the American people than golf has.   Even when you make a tax form out on the level, you don’t know when it’s through if you are a crook or a martyr.”   - Will Rogers Must be time to start getting taxes together.

Once upon a time there was a rabbi who really liked to play golf. One year, on Yom Kippur, he woke up early. He realized that he desperately needed to get in a game of golf before services. And so, as the sun was just rising, he stole off to the golf course. The angels in heaven, who were watching all of this, were terribly upset. They came before God and said, “God! You must stop this! This is a disgrace! It’s the holiest day of the year, and the rabbi is playing a game of golf!? You must do something! Perhaps you could bring on a thunderstorm and ruin his game!” “Relax,” God said. “I’ll take care of it.” The angels watched as the rabbi teed up. The sun was just rising. It was a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky. When was God going to act? What was God going to do? The rabbi stepped up to the tee and swung his club and hit the ball solidly. It rose higher and higher and higher. It was a long drive and the ball landed and bounced its way over to the green, where it continu...

A Rabbi loved to golf.  One Yom Kippur he managed to get away for a quick nine holes.  On the first hole he achieved a hole in one!   The celestial angels clamored: "How can you allow this to happen on the holiest day of the year??" God replied, " Who is he going to tell ?"

Raymond Floyd was the first golfer to win tournaments in both the regular PGA tour and Seniors tour in the same year.   Raymond Floyd understood how to play the game of golf and the game of life as well.   In 1986 Floyd called a penalty stroke on himself for an infraction no one else saw during the Manufacturer’s Hanover Westchester Classic in New York.   As Floyd addressed the ball on the third hole, the ball moved ever so slightly, but enough to change location.   The penalty he assessed himself for the violation he alone witnessed, put him a shot behind the tournament leaders. After his round of golf, he was asked about the incident.   “It’s no big deal,” he said.   “It’s the way you play the game.   If you lead your life by the standards of the rule sof golf, you’ll be in pretty good shape.” Life is a game and it is all about how we play nicely, honestly, with others.

A golfer was walking around the fairway with four caddies. "Why so many?" a friend asked. "It's my wife's idea.  She thinks I should spend more time with the kids."  - Kick Back and Relax While humorous the joke contains kernels of truth.  We need more time with the people we love, not less/

Al Jolson once invited a friend to join him in a round of golf at the Westchester Biltmore Country Club.   But he was refused admittance because he was a Jew.   Said Jolson afterward, “I shudda told ‘em Richman was only half Jewish – and please let him play nine holes.”