Cosmic Rules of Golf*
First, about the magic tee. I realize that I didn’t mention it much in the last post... It’s a sensitive subject. You see, I painstakingly spent countless hours carving that wooden tee myself out of a slightly bigger tee that I found beside the lightening-struck trunk of a tree on the twelfth day of the twelfth month after the second full moon of the winter solstice that followed the day that John Lennon was shot. I was two years old. I named it Wonder Bo. I had no room for the Y .... Now to the cosmic rules that seem to apply to most amateur golfers and weekend warriors.
