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.
My friend Deb blogging from inside the ropes at Torrey Pines