Dear Mr Woods,
May the New Year bring you peace and all good.
Although it may be a baseball situation,
in the golf world,
a pickle you appear to be in.
This muse is not inclined to gossip, but I do hear headlines.
The audience wants a larger than life hero.
They pay to see you win, and they pay to see you fall.
Hard.
It's entertainment and we are all a part of it if we watch it.
This muse is not without sin,
hence, I caste no stones.
I must only offer empathy for those whom are most certainly suffering.
I most sincerely pray for healing.
The pickle is yours,
dear sir,
may you move forward with wisdom and good heart.
Enough said.
In this time of retreat and reflection may I once again make the suggestion of community service that would benefit the safety of citizens Treyburn by offering your expertise in improving the golf game of the subjects of my study.
Three dots has a record number of balls in my domain.
Lady Good Cause, bless her heart, seems to have a zigzag stroke,
and AR is simply suffering delusions.
I have several others who most certainly would benefit from intervention.
Golf is DEFINITELY a strong suit for you, and sometimes it helps to revert to our roots and begin again with our strengths.
Please consider lending us a hand.
As always I remain respectfully your,
Muse on the Eleventh Fairway at Treyburn.
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