It’s Saturday morning, “Moving Day” in golfing parlance. During the third of four rounds, players often move way up or way down the leaderboard.
I’m about to head downstairs at the B&B for breakie. Among the weighty matters I must ponder is which golfer I will follow for eighteen holes. Brooke Henderson is Canada’s sweetheart, an 18-year-old who’s pretty, hits the ball a long way and has a glowing smile. She’s the obvious choice … but maybe not. Cheering for Canada feels good but it has the sense of ethnocentrism – my group is more important than people outside my group.
Going with someone close to the lead seems natural too. I feed off the drama of win-lose situations. So Marina Alex from the USA is the head of the pack right now. Wander with her … or perhaps not.
In the spirit of the human family, I could choose any twosome on the fairways of Whistle Bear Golf Club. We all have the joys and agonies of being human. I could watch life reflected in the birdies and bogeys of the golf course. Just pick someone at random, Bruce. Hmm. No, I don’t want to do that.
Okay, I’ve decided. I will walk with whom I perceive to be the nicest person out there – kind to her fellow golfers and to the fans, accepting of her mishit shots, loosy goosey on the fairways and greens, with an easy smile. Lydia Ko from New Zealand. She also happens to be the number one player in the world, but right now she’s eight strokes behind Marina. I want to see a full human being. I want to see her interact with other human beings. I want to cheer her on.
Time to eat. Time to walk. And my day unfolds before me.