Scene: Dewy fairway, perfectly manicured, stretching into the morning mist. Wild turkeys in the wings. Big, black clouds hovering ominously. If all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts …… There has got to be…
Round 1 of State tournament is in the books. It was not his personal best for an 18 hole tournament but it was his personal second best. Solid 15 holes and shaky 3 holes. Nonetheless be beat himself up about it. Really ! I also made a potential breakthrough in the golf psychology aspect of…
If you have read my recent posts you will have noted that I have not been on the bag in a while, but I fell back into my old ways easily. On hole 1 he’s chipping off the green in the rough and I say something to the effect of: remember it’s uphill, roll it up…
They say that ‘variety is the spice of life’. As a golfer it is important to play various courses, often. Golf is a game of intricacies and innuendoes. A shot is rarely simple, but exposure to different courses, conditions, grass types, elevations and golf course designs helps expand the golfer’s consciousness and creates awareness of…
Simple. Simple, Simple, Simple. It’s a basketball play. They shout that from the base line before the ball is thrown in. They then run the play. It’s called “Simple” and for a reason. Text from Max: He should have played the basketball game this morning.. Uh Oh.. Not what you want to hear when you…
Energy. The ability of a system to perform work. The strength and vitality required for sustained physical or mental activity. Adequate definitions, yes. But so one-dimensional. Energy is in fact everywhere, it is the building block of existence and weaves the very fabric of our DNA. In an analogy we can all grasp, Obi-wan Kenobi…
Me: We are both available to caddy this weekend. Who do you want? Rob: It doesn’t matter to me. Either. (Pause) Daddy. So Max was Dad on the Bag today. I think if I don’t say much about the game. Or about anything really. I am quite an acceptable caddy these days. The big advantage that Max has…
When you have a very talented junior golfer – (I have one, it is not Rob, and I say that with love and the faintest little inkling that he could still prove me very wrong) – you are tempted to imagine that this is it. At 8, or 10, or 12 years old his future is decided…
One gets used to playing with the same dads. There is a comfort in consistency, even when its a case of ‘better the devil you know’. So I was a bit unnerved to go out this morning with both daddy caddies unknown entities. And when one decided to just “create” a drop-zone in an area…
They left at 6am in the dark below freezing, then waited on the tee for the freeze delay to lift. Not me. Dad on the bag today. Rob hit one fairway and lots of trees and bunkers. He only hit about four good shots the whole round. Ground out a 50. So. It’s not me ……. As the…
As I write this up, at the start of a new junior golf season, I’ve forgotten just how tiring these days can be. Or maybe its just me – both boys have been playing basketball outside for the past hour non-stop and Max is working on his own golf game at the range. Rob and I…
A long, hot, humid, headache producing day. Much hotter than I prepared for. Me criss-crossing 18 holes over 5 hours in my long sleeved top ….. Rob played pretty well, for him. Improved a shot on yesterday. 3 wood remained in the bag. We stay in fancy, glamorous places, but these tournaments are far from relaxing…
We bring up talented 6 and 7 and 8 year olds with stars in our eyes, quite convinced they are prodigies and future pros. As you play these tournaments more and more and the kids get older you mellow, or perhaps you just get jaded – and realize there a lot of very talented golfers…
Bear is playing a practice round with his buddy D. D has a professional caddy with him. Probably because D’s dad just doesn’t want to do it anymore. I totally get it. Do you think Bear should have a professional caddy? Rob agrees because that would free Dad up for him. Bear declines. Max would…
Mom, you really could be a good caddy if you just didn’t say ‘good shot’ when it isn’t. Me: OK, but what if it is a good shot? Rob: Well then I will say it. Me: OK, I won’t say ‘good shot’ anymore. So can I caddy for you on Saturday? Rob: You’re still my third choice, mom !…