Today is the yearly tournament my pop and I play in at his club. We’ve won the Father’s Day tournament a few times over the years, but my dad is 72+ now and starting to lose a bit of his game. Neither of us played too well but with our “smoke and mirrors” we somehow finished one shot ahead of the pack for 2nd. The first place team ran away and hid.
I’m thankful for the thousands of rounds of golf I’ve played with my dad. In the future I hope to be for my boy what my pop has been for me on the course.
I actually get to dust off the clubs and play a round tomorrow with my pop at his CC – can’t wait. He called last minute tonight and asked if I wanted to play in the morning and I told him I would be a total disaster because I haven’t touched a club in ages – but that I would absolutely love to.
Golfing with my dad is one of my favorite things. No place that I’d rather be than on a golf course with him. Golf is something he and I actually have in common and like you, we have lots of golf memories together.
Some good and some bad.
The best perhaps was when he and I were in a 4 day tournament as partners and I screwed up a hole real bad – buried my ball in some brutal ruff and it took me 5 strokes to get it back into the fairway. This was on day 4 of the tournament and those strokes took us out of contention. After I missed my 4 footer for a 9 on that par 5, on the walk to the next tee I was so pissed off – I think that is as mad / dejected / upset as I’ve ever been in my whole life – my Dad pulled me aside, gives me a hug and says to me “Don’t worry Rich, your mom will ALWAYS love you no matter what..” – I say to him “I just want to go home and crawl under the blankets and hide”
I hit the longest drive of my life on that next hole – no fundamentals just pure anger and that ball went straight down the middle a mile.
After I parred the next few holes his comment hit me and I asked him “hey, I know Mom loves me no matter what – what about you?” 🙂
Happy Father’s Day HOGB readers 🙂