Birdies, Bogeys and Breaks from Winter

I have never played golf.  However, on mid-winter Sunday afternoons, I like nothing better than to watch men's golf on television.  The golf pros are usually seen playing in beautiful, warm places filled with green grass and blooming flowers and dotted with gently swaying palm trees.  The commentators don't yell; they whisper. The crowds of fans stand or sit off to the side of the green, applauding and cheering, but with civility.  Those who have been golfing for years still have a place on the green and they are honored and respected for their accomplishments of yesterday and today.  All of my comments seem somewhat funny from one who has never swung a golf club nor even really understood the game.  Yet, there's something about golf with which I really resonate: Sunday afternoon respites from cold, snowy Wisconsin weather.