Faith, fairways, reflection

Faith, fairways, reflection | Daily Tribune

Gratitude, because we are lucky to play this game at all. Few sports allow you to spend four hours walking under the sun, breathing in the scent of grass and trees, sharing stories with friends while chasing a small white ball across wide open spaces.

Patience, because the game has a way of humbling you. A bad lie, a missed putt, or an ugly double bogey can test anyone’s temper. But golf teaches you what life often does — accept what’s in front of you, gather yourself, and move on to the next shot.

And respect — not just for the rules and traditions of the game, but for the people who make every round possible. The friends we play with, the courses that host us, and the caddies who walk beside us carrying the bags and offering advice we don’t always deserve.

Several golf courses have adjusted their schedules for Holy Week. A number of layouts will close on Good Friday in solemn observance, including Alabang, Aguinaldo, Beverly Place, Sta. Elena and John Hay. Others — such as Manila Golf, Wack Wack and Manila Southwoods — will keep limited operations, offering golfers a quieter and more reflective round instead of the usual bustle on the fairways.

Holy Week invites us to see golf in a slightly different light. Not as an escape from real life, but sometimes as a mirror of it. The way we deal with adversity — a bad bounce, a noisy distraction during the backswing, or the slow group ahead — says quite a bit about who we are.

Maybe this week we can try playing the game the same way we are reminded to live these days: a little slower, a little kinder, and with more awareness of grace.

Our caddies, many of whom work through the holidays so we can enjoy our rounds, deserve our appreciation. The least we can do is repair divots, fix ball marks, rake bunkers — and perhaps avoid blaming them for the three-putt we just made. I plead guilty on this one.

Truth be told, many of us are guilty of that. It’s easy to blame a wrong read or a yardage that came up short, rather than admit we decelerated on the chip or simply didn’t hit the shot.