Bobby Jones, a golfer, said that golf is like life. You hit a really good shot and it ends up in trouble. You hit a really bad shot and it ends up in good shape. You hit the ball beautifully, with that solid feel to the golf club. The ball seems to be going just as you planned, high and far. Then it lands, in a sand trap, or tall grass, or worse, behind a tree. "Why am I being punished by a good shot?", you might ask. Then you hit a shot that does not feel good. It does not go up in the air much, bounces along, hits the side of an off course hill and bounds back onto the fairway, in perfect position for a shot to the green. The Golf Gods? Isn't life like golf? You do good, all the right things, and you get punished or penalized. You do not so good, but get lucky. Life is a bit of luck and a bit unfair. Golf is supposed to relieve the stress of life. Oh really?