[Subsonic]

This is my golf ball.
There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My golf ball is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My golf ball without me is useless. Without my golf ball, I am useless.
I must hit my golf ball true.
I must hit straighter than my opponent who is trying to beat me.
I must beat him before he beats me. I will...
My golf ball and myself know what counts in golf is not the bad shots we make, the noise of our ball spalshing in a water hazard, nor the sand we carry out of a bunker.
We know it is the Gerens in Regulation that count. We will hit...
My golf ball is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus I will be its brother.
I will learn its weakneses and strengths.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep my golf ball clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other, we will.
Before the Golf Gods I swear this creed.
My golf ball and myself are the defenders of my home course.
We are the Masters of our opponents.
We are the saviors of par.
So be it, until their is no score but birdie.



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