If I had a chance to attend any sporting event, it would no doubt be, The Master’s. Watching the world’s best golfers on possibly the world’s best golf course would be an experience like none other. There are some out there who would be more likely to attend the World Series or Super bowl, but for this guy The Master’s would be much more entertaining and fulfilling.
If you were able to watch the par 3 yesterday you were given an extra special treat when Jack Nicklaus fired an ace on number 4. I love this tradition. Every year players are able to bring their families out to play the short nine-hole par 3. Traditions are forever a part of this great tournament. It’s awesome to see Jack, Arnold, and Gary on the first tee for the inaugural drive.
Set on the eastern border of Georgia, this pristine facility attracts tens of thousands every April. The top players in the country face off to take home the coveted green jacket. Bubba Watson has taken home two of the last three, history would indicate however, this year’s champion is likely to be someone not named Bubba.
I would love it if Jordan Spieth took home the jacket this year. Last year he missed out by three strokes as Bubba ran away after the first nine. It would be great for golf if Tiger could regain his stroke and give Jack a run for his money. My other two picks this week are Jimmy Walker and Rory McIlroy. Rory for obvious reasons and Jimmy Walker because this guy has been playing out of his mind since late 2013, just another excellent player under Butch Harmon’s tutelage.
I love this course and this tournament. I will be on the edge of my seat over the next four days. My Sunday will be filled with a beverage in hand and golf on the T.V. Who are you pulling for?
Things I am grateful for that sometimes I take advantage of:
- The Bible
- My family
- My health
- Fly fishing
- Hot showers
- Ice cold drinking water
- The Rocky Mountains
- Ice cream
- Road trips
- Summers in Colorado
- Summers in Minnesota
- The cathedrals that are baseball stadiums
- Christmas morning
- White sand beaches
Thank you Lord for dying for me on the cross and giving me the opportunity to enjoy the small things in life.
Despite the fact that snow still hugs the ground, giddiness of the upcoming golf season consumes me. It’s a new year, a fresh start. My handicap is zero and I intend to keep it that way. At least until after my first round.
As I go out to the golf course and hit off the ever forgiving mats I try to work out the kinks. After my first couple hits off the hosel I know I need to make an adjustment. The swing feels unfamiliar. It’s hard to get used to, but I’ll get it sorted out. Perhaps I just need a few practice swings.
Yep that was it. I stripe the ball down the middle imagining the pin straight ahead. I’m able to work the ball from right to left, then left to right. My confidence is at an all-time high. I haven’t lost it at all over the past 5 months.
After my practice session is over I head to the first tee. I push my tee into the soft turf and prepare my ball for launch. Two practice swings later I’m ready. I take aim down the fairway. “Aim small, miss small,” right Mel. A branch hangs out in the distance, that’s my target.
Just remember what you did on the range, nice and easy. My club goes back with effortless beauty. It’s forced down to the ground. At impact I look towards the sky to see my ball in flight and…and nothing. I top the ball and it dribbles just past the ladies tee. So much for my confidence being at an all-time high.
I look towards my playing partners and give them a soft smile and ask, “Mulligan?”
When I speak of Denver, Colorado in February, what do you think of? Probably lots of snow, cold weather and great powder skiing. Well for those of you who don’t travel to this wonderful city much, you would be sorely mistaken. I mean yes, there is lots of snow, cold weather and great powder skiing, but you would have to travel about sixty miles west to find that.
In the six years that my family and I have lived in this amazing city, I have been able to play golf every month of the year since our arrival. My game has been a journey so far, with lots of ups and downs, but it’s a far cry from an unfortunate incident at the Chaska Par 30 where my clubs were dumped, by me, into the bottom of the 9th fairway lake. Anyone of my friends who were with me that fateful day can vouch for me on that.
After a different set of clubs and a renewed passion for the game I’ve taken to it like a duck to water. I’ve learned to set goals for myself, starting small, like getting off the first tee without error, and eventually leading up to an overall scoring total for the day. Which I try to relate to fatherhood in a way. For example a small goal may be, getting out of bed at 6:30am to wipe my son’s behind after his morning poo. Then building to a larger goal of getting him to day care on time, you know that sort of thing.
The best part about golf though is that my son share’s my love for the links. Lucas started swinging the club to emulate me at the ripe old age of eighteen months, that’s right eighteen months. To say I was a proud papa that day would be an understatement. He is now three and this summer looks to be his first action on a real course. So he doesn’t spend countless hours in the backyard and at the range, like his father. But I feel his confidence is at an all-time high. The kids ready. Sign him up. I wonder if he’ll have first tee jitters like his old man? Either way he is likely to enjoy himself no matter the outcome.
So next time you think, oh Denver in February, brrr! Think again my friends, golf season is here. At least this week it is.