One windy afternoon, a golfer named 'Chip' was strolling his favorite 'back-nine' when a gust of wind snapped a nearby tee-flag and sent it whipping across the fairway slapping him down into a nearby rough (boy that really WAS rough). He was out. When he came to, he found himself nose to nose with his golf ball which was humming some version of "Mr. Sandman". Hmmm... Chip pondered "an oldie but a goodie". He scooped up the ball and b-FORE long they were inseparable… wandering greens, whistling old beer commercials, wisecracking snafu's, notable quotes and a few 'sweet nothings'... and so, it was time to share it with the world (huh, what a golf ball might say if it could talk…) and BallTalk™ was born…may the GODS of golf forgive us... ©2008.