Human being, man, husband, father, son, brother. Writer, golfer, IT geek, sports fan, poker player. Creative, openminded, funny, non-judgemental, sarcastic, tall.
(That’s me in the middle, my dad on the left, and Jack on the right)
I believe in the golfer’s soul, the driver, the putter, the gentle slope of a creek running across the fairway, the super-high peg, a hot dog after nine holes, Miller Lite, that the books by Harvey Pennick are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Bobby Jones stands alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing metal drivers and sports psychologists. I believe in the sweet spot, LPGA calendars, playing the ball where it lies rather than using a foot wedge, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet pre-shot routines that last three days.