"A Masters Chip For The Ages"
By Leon S. White
From a difficult lie beyond
the steeply sloped sixteenth green
a steely-eyed Tiger sent his ball
to a spot far above the hole,
the ball coming crisply off his wedge,
flew low, bounced once
and rolled on a yard or two
until gravity took over,
causing it to turn sharply,
and start slowly down the slope
towards the hole, speeding up
then slowing again as it got closer.
All of a sudden, Tiger’s words,
it looked really good …
how did it not go in, and
when it stopped, a single turn short,
how did it not go in,and all of a sudden it went in.
It was as if Tiger’s will
had given gravity an assist.
In your life, the tower announcer’s voice,
have you seen anything like that?
While around him, the patrons’ roar
rose rocket-like, fueled by sheer wonder.