What’s Your Favorite Golfin’ Memory Of Dad?
I can remember being just a wee pup, my Dad (No, this caveman’s not an immaculate conception. Shocking, I know!) gave me my first golf club. Sure it was just a bent stick, probably comparable to one of those big red plastic golf clubs kids get now-a-days, and sure I went around smacking rocks, bugs and just about everything I found in the cave. But I loved it.
A few years later, when I had calmed down just a stint. He gave me my first real metal driver. I was still barely taller than this medal rod, but I will always remember the days we spent together as he taught me how to properly swing this golf ball killing machine. That is why Sunday golf with my Dad has been and always will be my favorite memories of him.
What is your favorite golfin’ memory of your Dad?
~Scratch
My favorite golfin’ memory of my dad was the first time I beat him for 9 holes of golf. I’ve been golfing with my dad for over 15 years now and last year was the first time I beat him on 9 holes. I didn’t win the round, but it was a small victory. I attribute this win to the fact that now I have clubs that are my own size. My dad is 6 inches shorter than me and for 10 years I used his old clubs.
Winning the final event of our golf season. We were in a 2 man scramble got to 19 under and into a playoff. We went birdie birdie to win the playoff. We were te first father-son team to ever win!