Some of my readers may remember my first world-famous description of my golf ball encounter on my back deck, and the questions about where it came from, or in fact, why it is there.  Some wanted to know an update, on what is next to transpire.

Well, here it is:  I found a Nitro 4 ball in the stones in my front yard, this time, near the street, and then while watering my bushes, found another one, a Callaway, hidden under the branches of the bush, and I probably would not have found it unless I was watering.

The first one was interesting in how it presented, on my deck, almost begging to be seen and discussed.

The second one was easily seen by the street, but the final one, was hidden.  They are all high-quality golf balls and only one of them had a tiny green scuff mark on it as if it may have been played somewhere, although only briefly, and weakly.

So, since my neighborhood is not a golf course, or near a golf course, or any terrain that would favor hitting balls, the theory remains, that it could be an owl or eagle, dropping the balls near my house for some unknown reason.

As far as the spiritual aspect of this, or the sign that it may portend from the cosmos, I tend to doubt it, because it is no longer random.

Instead, I realize someone is playing a game with me now and that person is having fun creating fuel for stories that I am writing about by mysterious golf ball appearances.  I do appreciate your generosity in giving me these very nice, high-quality balls that you seem to have no use for.  Quality golf balls are expensive and I appreciate your gifts.

If you want the distinct honor of playing a game of golf with me, just let me know, but realize that many simple paparazzi desire to meet me, just like you —golf ball thrower who has no life — and all must be checked by my security team with a background check first. Either way, my balls are bigger and better and higher quality than yours, and we are watching you.

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