The Nineteenth Hole
No discussion of the senior golfer’s life would be complete without addressing the infamous “nineteenth hole.” The nineteenth hole is where my grandfather and I, my brother, and my dad, would down a couple of beers and hot dogs. We’d enjoy being guys together for just a little while longer. The nineteenth hole also brings strangers together. It provides an opportunity for those who did not drink mass quantities of beer during the previous eighteen holes to catch up to those who did. This levels the playing field and ensures that even if you took seventy-five Mulligans and scored an eight on every hole, you can still get plastered with a scratch golfer who never cheats. Because with golf, as with life, it’s not whether you win or lose, but how many rounds you get in.
About the Author
Mark Salamon is a physical therapist in Allentown, Pennsylvania. He has been inflicting pain while simultaneously making people laugh for twenty-four years. His humorous take on American healthcare can be seen in his many articles published in The Haven and The Scene and Heard (Mark Salamon) and his website (marksalamonpt.com). He is a husband and proud father of three daughters.