De minimus non curat lex

In our Torts class, the humor-mill-of-a-professor explained to us the idea that the law does not provide remedies for slights -- and gave us a Latin phrase de minimus non curat lex.

I must have remembered that Latin phrase Wednesday night while the Law School bratpack went on a golfing misadventure at a Korean-owned driving range near Southpoint School.

I brought my trusty driver and 8 and 5 irons for variety. Sweet brought a 9 and a 7, and no, not please...a putter. I forgot to tell her we are heading off to the driving range. That's excuseable. Da Colonel came dressed to the occasion. If the Shepherds of the game in the old Royal and Ancient Golf Club of St. Andrews were awake , they would have risen from their grave and make this man an Honorary member with all the rights and privileges. Who goes to play golf in long sleeved shirt neatly tucked in jeans? Well, Da Colonel got away with it again.

He hit square a few balls which was impressive for a neophyte. Then came the shot that drew all the attention in the range. He took my 8 iron and blasted away. The ball dropped inches away from the tee. The club? It flew 25 yards away.

Da Colonel didn't even have to shout, "Fore!"

Then again, who cares? A newcomer gets away with so much.

De minimus non curat lex.