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Great column
but....!
To the Editor:
“Day by Day” is a great column, and while I realize it is written in a tongue-in-cheek, Will Rogers kind of spirit, I take issue with several ideas put forth in last week’s column and herewith reply in that same lighthearted spirit.
The frustrations of golf are legend; cheating at golf is of no great consequence, I suppose. For all I know, it could be a tradition. However, as I read further, I sensed that his pathetic game of golf is presented by Mr. Day to be a metaphor for life: the rules favor those with ability, so those who lack ability might be forgiven if they cheat, presumably to bring the talented down to a politically correct “level playing field.”
I am shocked, my sense of outrage being tempered only by my knowing that cheating got me promoted to the eighth grade. (Yes, boys and girls, that was in the days before social promotion saved every delicate young ego from the psychological trauma of - gasp! - actually admitting failure.)
Still, I knew it was wrong, and I certainly didn’t kid myself into seeing it as a plot by all those other brainy, rich kids who actually studied and did their homework. I had what today is known as a “learning disability,” that is, I was lazy and indifferent, but eventually I learned my lesson. And I was only 14. OK, 16. The point is, I learned that cheating is not the way to deal with life’s injustices. Shame on Mr. Day for suggesting otherwise.
And as for golf, now that I think about it, I have always been under the impression that golf was a game
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