Golf this!

So I'm driving along Hwy 1 and I can see the neighborhood getting tonier and tonier as I get closer to San Francisco. The promontory I stopped to do some writing in was sharing its space with a gof course, the first one I've seen on this trip. A little bit further down the road I see a sign for Pebble Beach. I don't know if this is where the famous golf course is or not, but I was so obsessed with a bizarre vision that I just had to pull over and write it out for you.

For those of you who know how I feel about gold, and for those of you who know what a complete nerd I am, this will come as no real surprise: I have been imagining young Jedi Apprentices who sneak out of the academy to come practice their skills on the golf course. Not with a golf club, but with their lightsabers. What better test of your reflexes than to stake out the green of the 18th hole as 'your territory' and defend it against all comers: only a true Jedi could strike down a golf ball in mid-flight! Oh, just imaging those frustrated and deeply angry corporate attorneys and vice-presidents. How impotent and useless they would feel as the young Jedi punk leapt 15 feet in the air, flipped over twice, and sliced their tee shot in half before it even hit the fairway!

The golfers would keep piling up at the Tee-off space as no one was able to complete the hole. They'd start to gang up on the young punk and tee-off six or a dozen at a time, but to no avail! Our Jedi truant is up to the task, leaping and spinning just like Master Yoda to intercept every ball. Every once in a while the apprentice would use his Jedi Mind Tricks to make the poor Dentists, Surgeons and Accountants think he had gone away, but then appear again from nowhere when they tried to start playing again!

Oh those poor thwarted rich white men, how vexed they would be!