What’s Your Favorite 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 one of those big red plastic ones, 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?
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~Scratch
My dad and I were scheduled to play in a golf scramble, the night before the weather forecast stated we’d have some “ground clutter” and the golf tournament should be just fine. The next day on #6 the monsoon began. We tried to play on for a while, but our suffering increased by the minute. We finally got to 9, a short par three with the green up on a hillside. Dad’s tee shot hit 3 inches from an ace, bounced off, hit the cart path, rolled down the entire length of the hole and came to rest against the wheel of our cart. We took this as a sign from the golf gods that it was time to stow the clubs and hit the snack shop. Though we’ve had many great moments together on the course, that one will live in infamy.
As a youth my dad teaching me to play golf with his clubs and watching me try to hit the ball with the back of the club. That’s when we learned that I played sports left handed and everything else right handed.