tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17206449.post6673415285230577007..comments2023-11-02T04:49:29.053-04:00Comments on ARMCHAIR GOLF BLOG: Special to Air on 10th Anniversary of Payne Stewart’s DeathThe Armchair Golferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07086916747302169325noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17206449.post-76627150927897632932009-10-29T20:18:17.236-04:002009-10-29T20:18:17.236-04:00I was fortunate enough to be caddying in Atlanta f...I was fortunate enough to be caddying in Atlanta for Terry Diehl when a 19 year old Payne Stewart was in our same group. At the time he was still an amateur and was getting ready for Q -school.<br /> He had a great personality and his game spoke for itself. I recalled he wanted to help children who weren't as fortunate. By establishing a junior program in Atlanta.Parshootershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17879500120147713294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17206449.post-29068019044284829472009-10-22T19:29:30.101-04:002009-10-22T19:29:30.101-04:00These words by A.E. Houseman seem appropriate when...These words by A.E. Houseman seem appropriate when remembering one of the real gentlemen to ever grace the sport:<br /><br />THE time you won your town the race<br />We chaired you through the market-place;<br />Man and boy stood cheering by,<br />And home we brought you shoulder-high.<br /><br />To-day, the road all runners come,<br />Shoulder-high we bring you home,<br />And set you at your threshold down,<br />Townsman of a stiller town.<br /><br />Smart lad, to slip betimes away<br />From fields where glory does not stay,<br />And early though the laurel grows<br />It withers quicker than the rose.<br /><br />Eyes the shady night has shut<br />Cannot see the record cut,<br />And silence sounds no worse than cheers<br />After earth has stopped the ears:<br /><br />Now you will not swell the rout<br />Of lads that wore their honours out,<br />Runners whom renown outran<br />And the name died before the man.<br /><br />So set, before its echoes fade,<br />The fleet foot on the sill of shade,<br />And hold to the low lintel up<br />The still-defended challenge-cup.<br /><br />And round that early-laurelled head<br />Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,<br />And find unwithered on its curls<br />The garland briefer than a girl's.<br /><br />Ode to an Athlete dying youngLancernoreply@blogger.com