I remember getting my starter set of Bob Rosburgs for Christmas when I was seven years old. I couldn’t wait for Spring to come so I could go play with my Dad.
I fell in love with the smell of cut grass and warm sunshine. I maneuvered and chased my golf ball in that quiet sanctuary every chance my Dad said I could go. I was hooked!
Being outdoors with my Dad and Grandfather (who carried a single digit handicap) and learning the game from them brought so much joy. I quickly grew fascinated with the difficulty and the majesty of striking the golf ball and sending it where I wanted it to go.
As a teenager, I played on the High School Golf team. I had the opportunity to receive lessons from Harvey Penick, my Grandfather’s dear friend. He provided so much wisdom using so few words. Being in his presence and seeing his passion for the game fueled mine even more.
I worked at my local Golf Course as a cart boy and became more aware of the role of the Golf Professional. I forged ahead with that future in mind. I continue to love and nurture this great game through all the changes over the years: course conditions, equipment technology, rule changes.
One thing never changes, though. I still love the smell of cut grass and warm sunshine as I continue to maneuver and chase my golf ball.