The weather here in Salt Lake is at that unique point where one could decide to either golf or ski. If you’re crazy like me, you do them both on the same day sometimes. Today though, there was some fresh powder up at Alta. At only a 20 minute drive from my house, it proved to be too irresistible. I bailed on watching the Northern Trust Open on TV and decided to go find some pow pow.
This is an official good luck post for my buddy Bryant Jacobs, who is playing in the Northern Trust Open pro-am today at Riviera Country Club. Bryant, pictured below 2nd from the left and next to me, was injured in Iraq by a road side bomb.
January 10 is the birthday of two excellent golfers. One is Ian Poulter. The other is one of my favorite golfers in the world, my dad. Pops turned 75 today and still hits my old Titleist 983K driver damn near as far as I hit whatever driver I’m playing that week. He’s a heck of a golfer and as a team we’ve paired up to win many tournaments. We’ve also felt the pain of missing out on winning or placing in tournaments by one damn stroke…
My Dad and me in Goblin Valley, 2011
My dad is also a hell of a skier. Check the video below from last year, when he was 74. If I can move like that when I’m 74, I’ll be very satisfied. Hell… I hope I can walk.
My dad introduced me to the two best outdoor activities there are, golf and skiing. Sometimes I’m a little irritated that he introduced me to the beautifully irritating and fabulously frustating game of golf.
Hats off. Tipping back a cold one in honor of my dad. Cheers to you Pops. See you on the slopes or the fairways…
Welcome to the fourth and final post looking back at 2011 for myself and Hooked On Golf Blog. I start this post in July 1 2011, which happens to be when I’m on an airplane to golf’s home, St. Andrews, Scotland. What comes up first is the trip of a lifetime and the shot of a lifetime.
My first July golf blog came on the 2nd, Greetings From St. Andrews. It was a quick hello from the home of golf. Not much time to write, too much golf to be played and pubs to be experienced.
At 7:00am the next day, we played the Old Course again. This is where I hit the shot of a lifetime–the greatest par I’ll ever have on the Road Hole, the 17th. To cap that off I make birdie on #18 to shoot a satisfying 77.
Picking my ball out after holing out from 196 yards, Road Hole – St. Andrews, Scotland