DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

During yesterday's PGA golf tournament Sergio Garcia hit a shot that went awry and clipped the hand of a woman spectator.  The woman was unhurt  but the golf ball knocked her engagement diamond from her ring. When a subsequent search failed to discover the ring, Sergio told his caddy to get the woman's name and address and he would buy her another diamond.  

Classy.
 
 Woowoo Charly suggested to me that here was story potential.  Her view was that a fictional golfer experiences the same situation and upon meeting the woman at an agreed upon jewelry store the two are attracted to each other and shuffle off to a nearby place for lunch and cocktails. From there, of course, they fall in love and the golfer ends up buying two rings, one to return to the woman's former fiancee and one to give to his new love. 

A decent plot line but not exactly one that is up my alley.  Up my alley there are weirdos and winos, some of whom may or may not be golfers, and either humor or horror is about to be afoot, at hand, at arms reach, or some other close body part of your choice.  Romance is less likely but not out of the question if you pose the question properly as in, "So Doc, any chance of a love affair in your story of an alcoholic werewolf who only savages people named Jack Daniels?"  The answer right off the cuff and other parts of my clothing would be no, but it would give me pause later, because there is something in the word pause that if spelled differently could lead to a sexually titillating scene and that is a scene I might be inclined to write. (I have learned that writing from an inclined position causes blood to flow away from the brain making that organ less functional which, as it turns out in my case, is usually a good thing.)

So anyway, back in real life where I occassionally but seldom willingly live, the woman's diamond was eventually found in the rough bordering the fairway, hence the title of this blog.  The discovery of the rock ended any chance for a romantic liason between Sergio and the woman which is too bad. Had the stone not been found the woman might have been bitten by a wolf, turned to drink and, well, you know the rest of the story.