Island of dreams

By Joe McAdory

Published: August 28, 2009

I’ve watched her from a distance for years. She mesmerizes you with her looks, tempts you with her charm, then spits in your face and laughs.

She’s been sitting in the same place for years, surrounded by water and lush Florida surroundings, waiting on me. I see her in commercials. I see her in video games. I see her on highlight shows.

Soon, she’ll call my name. I’ll step into the tee box, armed with a cheap, refurbished Top Flite, a 9-iron, and weeks of practice—just for her. I’ll take my best shot (Lord knows, I may never get another one), hope to hit it straight and true, hold my breath and pray I don’t hear that fateful ker-plunk. I can’t be left. I can’t be right. I can’t be short. And I can’t be long. Only perfect will do.

TPC Sawgrass No. 17 vs. Joe.

Game on.

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