My father never once played a round of golf as a kid. As one of four children whose father passed when he was young, it never really was an option. But he loved watching Arnie, then later on Jack, so that in the late 70’s when his sons were old enough, he was determined to expose us to the game.
So he’d pack me and my older brother, and later on my younger brother too, along with our friends and neighborhood kids as well, into our giant station wagon. He take us all to this old ragged par 3 course.
We didn’t own an actual set of clubs, it was just 20 random clubs he’d picked up one at a time at various garage sales. They were kept in this giant old beat up leather golf bag that he hauled around the course for us. He scrounged up a bunch of scuffed up balls he’d found in the woods for us to use. Then he’d just stand there as 7 or 8 little kids ran around the course, slapping the ball around, running back to him to grab a new club, then running back to try again. It was pure chaos. To him, that was whst playing a round of golf meant, and he loved it.
When we got older, we graduated to the big course. It wasn’t much, but to us it was as nice as Augusta, and remains so in my mind to this day. Never once did he offer me or my brothers a swing tip. How could he? He couldn’t break a 150 if he tried, not that he cared. But he was always there to congratulate us when we hit a good shot. Was always ready to put his arm around us when the frustrations from a frustrating game proved too much. When I’d finally hit a good shot after 5 bad ones, he always gave me that sly grin and a wink so that I couldn’t help but smile back. He taught us that to love golf is simply being able to play it. Anything else was just a bonus.
Much later on in life, right up until this summer, when his mind was mostly gone, he still always would ask me, “Had I played any golf lately?” Just as he had asked 1000 times prior. It was only then I realized that never once in my life did he ask me my score, or how I hit them. He never asked how I was hitting my driver, or how my chipping was doing. He didn’t care. But every single time he’d ask me the same question. Who had I played with? I’d tell him my buddy Ricky, or Chris, or any number of childhood friends that I still play with now. And of course almost always with my brother Mike. When I answered my Dad would just smile. “Sounds like you had a good time then.” Yes I did Dad, thanks to you, I always did.
My father passed away early this morning after a long grueling battle with Alzheimer’s. As those who have experienced it understand, the grieving and mourning is actually a years long process, so that when the end comes it is as much a relief both for him, and for me and my family as anything. It sucks.
Do I wish we had more time together? Of course. But looking back, I got more out of my lifetime with my Dad than any son could ever wish for. So right now I’m feeling more grateful than anything. Rest in peace Pops. I’ll keep playing golf just as you taught me. That said, I do really wish you’d taught me how to hit a 3 iron too, but I guess I can’t have everything.
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Nigel Farage promised the electorate in Durham that if they voted Reform he wouldn’t put their Council Tax up.
Nigel Farage has just put their Council Tax up by 4.99%.
He lied.
AGAIN.
Stop being thick.
Stop voting for Nigel Farage.
I’ve been lucky enough to achieve some amazing things in this game but last week tops them all. The Ryder cup means a lot to me and to have to opportunity to hole that putt to retain the cup on Sunday was a privilege.
I love the lads on this team and love being a part of it. Luke Donald is the best captain and guy there is. I’m so happy for him and thankful he trusted me again to help this team to victory.
As I was walking up 18 on Sunday I couldn’t but think of all the European and Irish legends that have gone before me in this great tournament.
From Eamonn Darcy back in 1987, Christy Jnr in 89, Philip Walton at Oak Hill in 95 to Paul in 2002 and Gmac at Celtic Manor in 2010. There is just something with the Irish and the Ryder Cup. ☘️☘️☘️
Former US Ryder Cup captain and hall of famer Tom Watson has taken to social media to apologise for the crowd behaviour at the Ryder Cup.
I’m really interested in what you all think about the crowd hostility, particularly if you’re a US fan?
I’d like to congratulate @RyderCupEurope on their victory. Your team play the first few days was sensational.
More importantly, I’d like to apologize for the rude and mean-spirited behavior from our American crowd at Bethpage.
As a former player, Captain and as an American, I am ashamed of what happened. #RyderCup