Yesterday (a Monday) I had a couple of hours to spend with my little guy, a 2.5 year old full of energy who loves putting with his plastic Little Tikes putter. I usually go to my more upscale course, but this time I decided we would visit the “neighborhood” course. This course is a lower end executive type course, a par-68 with short holes, a super modest pro shop, and a crowd more unique and authentic than I could have imagined.
The vibe of this place is super casual. No collared shirts required. Cargo shorts okay. In fact, I don’t think they’d care if you didn’t even wear a shirt as long as you were there.
Junior Golf Lessons
My boy and I were putting for a while. A group of kids started converging for what obviously was a group junior golf lesson. As it turned out I actually knew, and had had some previous lessons from one of the instructors. It was great to watch these kids on the range and on the putting green learning the golf swing and the game.
The very working class parents sat in chairs under the shade of a big tree watching their kids hit balls. There was a UPS guy, moms and dads of all types… All this while a guy on a golf cart was playing guitar, harmonica, and singing. More on the live entertainment later (really, keep reading). What a cool scene.
Guitarist in cart on left while mom walks son to junior golf lessons…
My boy and I started to get quite hot and I remembered I left some bottled water in the car. So we went back to the car for a drink. While we were standing by the car I noticed a man carrying a woman in his arms from the driving range, while escorted by two other people. The man set the lady down in the shade and they were very concerned about her. I thought maybe it was a heart attack or heat stroke until I saw them icing and attending to the left side of her jaw. She’d obviously been hit by a club. What a bummer and that’s certainly a big point about golf injuries. Most golf injuries are not from players being hit by golf balls. Rather, the majority of golf injuries are the result of someone getting hit by a club during someone’s practice swing.
Takes Strokes Off Golf Lessons!
Breathless Live Entertainment
My boy and I went back to the practice green and hit a bunch more putts, then he took his plastic putter to the range stalls and started taking his first full swings. He had been watching those kids and was mimicking them. It was cool to see and he was knocking real golf balls a good 20 yards with a plastic putter. While he was hitting I thought I’d say hello to the guitar player.
As a former professional musician who made a living for 25 years playing music, I’m always interested and want to say hello to other musicians. I thought it was pretty cool a guitar player would bring his guitar and perform for the people at the course. How cool to sit on a golf cart and play guitar! He was very quiet and I could hardly make out what he was playing or singing from more than 5-10 feet away though.
Me: “Can you play Flight of the Bumble Bee?”
When I got close enough to talk to the guitarist and ask his permission to take a photo, I realized he was on oxygen. That explained the quiet vocals.
I grabbed my boy and brought him over to listen to the music when I realized something odd. He was capoed up about 5-6 frets, using no pick, and not really doing anything with his left hand other than muting some of the strings randomly. It only took me a few seconds to realize that this guitarist was not playing any chords at all and was making up lyrics which he talk-sang as he chicken-plucked.
Bless this guy. He didn’t know how to play guitar or sing, but it was still cool. Nobody noticed because he was so quiet.
It will not soon forget my odd Monday evening at the “neighborhood” course. It was authentic, tragic, entertaining, heartwarming, and breathtaking all at the same time.
Yesterday was a fantastic day. On the date of his 2.5 year birthday, my little guy Seve (the 2034 Masters Tournament Champion) got to putt on a real putting green for the first time.
The little guy has been whacking plastic balls all around the house saying “that’s a good one,” for a while. Yesterday I played a round of golf with my dad. Seve and his momma were waiting by the 18th green for us to finish. When the little guy saw me he ran to me and had to show me his putting.
The slogan of Hooked On Golf Blog for many years has been “Golf, Life. In That Order.” With my son Seve being born exactly 2.5 years ago, the slogan has been reversed quite often. Today golf and life were one in the same.
Following the round we all enjoyed a “wee pint,” of milk.
Will Tiger Break Jack’s record? I might break your jaw if you ask that question one more time…
December 30 is a very important birthday for someone. Yeah, you’re probably thinking this is another of the 47.2 billion Tiger Woods birthday posts. It does happen to be Tiger’s 39th birthday, but I’m no bandwagon jumper. There are enough other sites doing that post so I don’t need to do it here.
No, more importantly today is my grandma Myrle’s birthday.
Happy birthday to my awesome grandma. May she rest in peace.
I was thankful to be playing golf yesterday. First because my back had gone out and I miraculously recovered in time to play. Second, it is December here in northern Utah and it is not uncommon for the courses to be closed and under a couple feet of snow.
To celebrate the day and the unseasonably warm weather I busted out a Ave Maria Crusader Cigar courtesy of my BFF’s at Cigars City.
This Nicaraguan made cigar has Honduran/Nicaraguan filler and an Equador Habano wrapper. It is a medium-full strength cigar, so not quite for newbs or those looking for a light flavor.
I liked the body and flavor of this cigar. Very enjoyable. Not too much for my slightly-above-newb level. It had just enough of a kick to it.
Game Improvement Cigar
I fired up this cigar on the 13th hole and it obviously helped my game: par, par, par, birdie, birdie, bogey. I was five over par for the holes without the cigar and one under par with cigar. Could be my new secret weapon.
Two years ago today my life was greatly changed with the birth of baby Seve Anthony (first photo). The last two years have been quite sleep deprived and surely a test for myself and the lovely bride. Seve is growing fast. He has great sense of humor and is fun to play with. He’s formulating multiple word sentences and loves to say “well hi dad!”
Yes, the name Seve is inspired by golf legend Seve Ballesteros.
On a daily basis this great little boy blows my mind and melts my heart. I enjoy rediscovering life’s simple things with him. He enjoys digging in the dirt, throwing rocks in streams, pushing toy cars around, building with building blocks, walking around the neighborhood. Seve loves mechanical things which work together like hinges, doors, drawers, buttons, wheels. He studies them intensely to see how they work. Perhaps a mechanical engineer in the making.
From the moment he awakes (unfortunately no later than 6 a.m.) he is full of energy and wants to explore the neighborhood, dragging mom and myself around in the wee hours to visit his spots and say hello to the neighbor’s pets. He will grab my hand and take me to whatever he’s doing so that I can participate with him. If I’m sitting or laying, he will try to lift me up! Sev’s energy level is constant and high, except during nap time and once he finally falls asleep for the night.
Without my influence, he has picked up some golf clubs and whacks a ball around the house. I may adopt his pre-shot routine, circling the ball a time or two before hitting it. Check it out:
Somehow (yes, yes I know) he loves football, and loves tossing a football around the house, the backyard, and at Utah Utes football tailgating.
Seve is a bright light in my world and brings happiness to everyone he comes in contact with. I look forward to watching this little guy grow, and to experiencing all that life has to offer him. I hope to be a great example for him, as my father was (and still is) to me.