golf and marital strife

Keith and I went out to play Thursday evening. Just the two of us, no kids to think about, no supper to cook, a perfect twilight round, right? Wrong! It was the first time Keith has gotten upset with me during a game. I assured him that I did not purposefully and knowingly block his shot, and he eventually agreed. But, again, golf proves to be a metaphor for life. While my instinct was to continue talking and explaining until Keith gave in and got in a better mood (that's normally how our small arguments escalate into huge fights), I left him alone to work himself back around. We wound up enjoying the last 10 holes, but it could have been a bad scene. Thanks, again, golf gods for the chance to practice a valuable life skill!