March 02, 2018 at 09:20 PM
By John M
John MClayton, CA
Each golfer has a unique story to tell and one of those is how one started as a golfer. I am interested in hearing from other Team Titles members about their origins in this great game. I'll start with my own tale.
For some strange reason, about a week before I was to be discharged from the Navy, I was walking through the base exchange and my eyes caught a set of irons. I had caddied a few times for my Dad growing up, but in those days, fathers didn't include their kids in a lot of stuff and golf was meant to be a time for my Dad and his buddies from the Plant to hang out, drink some beer and hit some golf balls. That was made my purchase so strange.
A week later, I was out of the Navy and sitting in a classroom at the University of Oregon going through severe cultural shock.
A few months later, in November, actually, I looked in my closet one Saturday morning and pulled the clubs out. No matter that it was a typical Eugene November day, 40 degrees and pouring rain. I headed off to a small course called Oakway. There were only a few cars in the lot (no kidding) and I was happy to see the course was empty.
As I entered the pro shop with my bag, there were 3-4 middle aged men sitting around eyeing me as I came in. "Are you sure you want to go out in that, the pro asked?" Yes, I was sure and after buying some tees and some balls. I believe, I went out to the first tee.
Sure enough, I had the course to myself and even though it was wet and cold, I was so happy. Happier than I had been in a long time. I once read a interview of Seve Ballesteros and he talked about how much he enjoyed playing in the rain by himself. It's true, it's a special thing.
Needless to say, when I went back inside the pro shop, the men stared as I dripped water all over the floor with a huge smile on my face. They asked, "had a good round?" "Oh yeah, I sure did!"
Tom BNorthborough, MA
Frank PPort St. Lucie, FL
Steve STuckerton, NJ
Rick DWeston, WI
Chuck ZMt Pleasant, SC
March 06, 2018 at 06:23 PM
Unlike the wonderful grandfather you almost took out, one of the few times my Dad played golf it was with a friend who was a cop, a guy who was never nice to us kids. "Howie" was a cop 24/7/365, brash, rude, and their choir practices were legendary. So my Dad tees off, toes one into a tree 45* offline. Hits it square, it comes almost straight back and hits Howie [who was bending over his golf bag, hard in the keester. It sent Howie sprawling and howling. Dad always tells the story "Did I ever tell you about the time I got a a$$hole in one?".
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