I am, or at least was, once upon a time a golfer. With kids, work, limited time, and other uses for my money, I don’t get out to the course very much. I grew up in a golfing family, worked at a golf course for 5 years in junior high and high school, and pretty much lived at the golf course most summers. That’s not to say I ever got terribly good. In fact, I felt like I was pretty mediocre compared to the other guys hanging out at the golf course.
Hell, there was even one kid who was 3 or 4 years younger than me who could routinely play better than me. Little did I know, he’d go on to the PGA tour. Today, Bo Van Pelt is leading the field at 12 under par after two days. Hope he can hang in there and turn in a solid performance.
Of the other rogue kids who roamed the golf course with me, at least one of them ended up being a country club pro and two others went on to be high school varsity stand outs. That’s not to say I was actually good and didn’t know it; just that my competition was a bit stiffer than I realized at the time.
Dude! I roamed the golf course with you in your younger days. Long before we knew we would be Miami classmates. We really kicked ass in that tournament…okay…not really. But we had WAY more fun than those sub-par shooting losers.
You speak truth, my friend. I’m still not all that great, but golf is a *lot* more fun now that I’m resigned to some pleasant hacking and the occasional beer.
Rumor has it you do a golf fund raiser for your band. Way to parlay job responsibilities into time on the course!