Who are the real ones? Who are the golfers who got the itch? The ones who trade family time, vacation time, and free time for the “grind”? They are the ones waiting for a flight and testing out their weight shift in the airport. The ones whose YouTube algorithms are full of Masters recaps and Tiger highlight videos. The ones who have been trying to get better for a lifetime. The ones who wake up early on a day off, dress to impress, and arrive early, only to then be disappoin

The ball rests on the greenside slope. All you need is a small chip close to make your par and move on. You’ve been working on this shot for a week, waiting for a chance to try it out. You step to the ball, pull the club back, and proceed to hit the ground first, giving the ball a shower of dirt but no movement. In frustration, you do it again, angrily now and without care. The ball rolls to four feet. You think to yourself and say, “I’m not counting that one.” The better que

Sometimes you just don’t have it. Maybe you’ve been away and too busy to work on your game. Maybe you’ve been working on your game too much and have managed to ruin all the good things about your swing, which happens far more often than it should. You wake up early, dress to impress, drink coffee early, and wait for the only time during the week you’ve been looking forward to. The local "Muni" awaits, almost like a date with a girlfriend. What’s going to happen? Is this going

Me, my brother, and my Nephew Walking “We're walking because we are men.” That was my nephew's response when he was given the choice between riding in a golf cart or walking during his latest junior championship. While the other parents and little golfers in the “Scheffler” flight loaded themselves and their clubs into carts, my nephew decided he wanted to do something different. He wanted to walk. He wanted to be the only one really doing the work. It gave me hope for the fu

What is it about teaching someone something you love that makes it so satisfying? I think it speaks to something built into all of us. Whether you're an uncle, a father, a grandfather, or simply someone who's been around a little longer, there is something rewarding about passing along a skill to someone just starting out. Golf is no different. Teaching young golfers isn't just important for the future of the game; it teaches patience, humility, honesty, and perseverance—qual

The other day we had a normal golf outing with the usual suspects. I'm sure your foursome consists of some of these archetypes: the brazen and brash elder statesman, who screams at bad shots and acts like a general maniac 80% of the time. The young fit father of two who “hasn't played much” but proceeds to stripe it 280 off the tee every other hole; the grizzled golf vet who has seen it all and has stories to fill a book nobody in their right mind would read. And then there w

We have all seen it. Standing on the driving range, there is always one. The brand-new driver. The fresh irons. The shiny bag that still has that untouched factory look. Every club perfectly arranged, every headcover matching. A two-dollar swing with a twenty-five-hundred-dollar bag. I don't say that with judgment. I understand it. Golf is a beautiful and frustrating game, and part of the fun is dreaming that maybe the next piece of equipment will finally unlock something hid

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