Author: Editor

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…

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…

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…