No, not those kind of winter Olympians. And no, not those that actually occupied the real Mount Olympus.
i’m talking about two who are just as impressive as any Olympians. And they have energized me to write a series i’ve been considering for some time.
In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t like the Olympics. It was just a golf round. It was on one of my favorite courses in the world, Singing Hills’ Willow Glen course (it is now Sycuan Golf Resort, bought by the native American Kumeyaay tribe a number of years ago: but man, i still love that descriptive name of Singing Hills). It was three older guys playing golf, one a really, really good golfer; one another incredible athlete, and this older goofy guy who sort of kicks it around the course.
As this goofy guy looked more than his age whacking the ball like it was an old rug on a wash drying line in the back yard. But he was thinking.
You see, i’ve been thinking about writing about my heroes. Back, oh about a million years ago, Cyril Vaughn Fraser, V, and i were goofing around in Maple Manor, a college story that is damn near a book of its own, when i commented to him it seems to me my fate was to be around incredible people so i could write about them. i didn’t call Cy incredible, but i was thinking about him.
Before continuing on this line, i am also thinking about writing about heroines. But i put women on a different pedestal. So that is for later.
But playing golf today, i decided it was time to write about my heroes.
i will not elucidate on the two who played with me yesterday. They are special friends to me in many ways for many reasons. i will write about them at length later (and perhaps have them worrying about what i might include later). But they are heroes to me as well as close friends. Both were world class athletes. They could play any sport they attempted although one got started a little late in golf and injuries have kept him from getting to the highest level like the other one.
But this round of golf was with two special people. Heroes. Got my blood a’pumping about this series of posts i’ve been contemplating. But Pete and Pete are not just great athletes, not just the highest performers in their chosen Navy regimens, not just really intelligent and caring, not just two guys who gave me inspiration about what to write and how to live. They are good men.
And they are my friends.
Thanks, Pete and Pete. You made my day.