My neighbor called this morning and wanted to know if Lizzie and I could use some freebies to Jack Nicklaus' Memorial golf tournament. I knew it was going to be in the 90's but I could handle the temps for a couple hours------of babe watching.
At last year's classic there was a fella walking past our condo and we struck up a conversation. He's from a little burg in western Ohio and attends the tournament every day. I want to tell him to get a life but it's his problem if he wants to while away the day watching kids hit a golf ball so why ruin it for him.
Every evening, after play concludes, he and his guests stop in for refreshements and conversation. We've become good friends.
He related a story to me today that about broke my heart. Dave, his name, was standing in line after Phil Mickelson had concluded his match. Mickelson signs autograph after autograph after he plays. He's like that. At any rate, a lady from Virgina was standing next to Dave holding an 8X11 photo of a beautiful young girl. The girl was the lady's daughter. This young girl, nine months ago, was in her car at a stop light and a car driven by a kid, high on PCP, ran the light and hit the girl's car killing her instantly. This young girl thought Phil Mickelson was the finest man ever. He was her sports hero and had she always wanted his autograph. The mother was at Muirfield Village to fulfill her daughters wish. And she did. Mickelson signed the photograph but not knowing that what he had done was bring closure to a very sad event. Imagine how many other stories like this took place on a golf course in Ohio today.
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