With the thrill of the Opens now almost at a bygone simmer, I wonder what will forever remain etched in my memory upon reflection of the event as time moves on. You see, winners come and go. I found it amazing that Kaymer who won by an amazing ten shots failed to make the cut in his next tournament. Wie bowed to Lewis who seized backed her champion position in her next event. Isn’t it the nature of the game that what brings a thrill in one moment vanishes into the parched brown fairway to wither away in sports history oblivion in the next.
Every now and then, however, I meet a true champion, someone whose impact upon my life never fades away, even years after meeting that person. A true champion is someone who impresses you more about who they are than about what they score. I met such a person in ten year old Alyssa Getty. Continue reading
The U.S. Kids World Championship has always been one of my favorite events of the year here in Pinehurst. There’s nothing like watching a seven year old swing with the ease and power of an up and coming Tiger Woods and wishing I could replicate that child’s near perfect swing! My involvement this year, however, was different. Continue reading
Golf is a funny game. Unlike other sports, we golfers are haunted on a regular basis with the “quitting demons.” Why is it that in just about every round of golf or in just about every championship quest a golfer pursues, there is the temptation to quit the game? The thought has never occurred to me in playing volleyball or tennis or in any other sport.
I think it is in the nature of the beast. Without question, golf is the hardest sport I have ever played. When I took up tennis, I could take long layoffs and pick the game back up right where I left off. The same is true for racquetball. But golf? Take some time off and off kiss your game good-bye if you want to play with any consistency.
Today was a real game changer for me because just when I decided to set the game aside for a season, some unsuspecting force came along to open up my mind, release my inner athlete, and get me excited about a whole new pursuit. Oh, gimme a break! Just when I was relishing in the thought of giving myself permission to walk away from the torture and frustration of pressing through to the next level, Frank Lewis had to enter into my life—and give me fresh hope—just went I didn’t want any! Continue reading
One of the things I enjoyed most about the U.S. Opens was all the people I met. It was great to strike up a conversation with a total stranger and have it be totally appropriate because we were all talking the same language surrounding the same story. Hey, I even learned a brand new vocabulary word while shooting the breeze with a lady on the back of the eighth tee.
“This is such a great place to stand,” she said. “The shade makes the heat bearable and the zephyrs are quite consistent.” “What’s a zephyr?” I asked. “A zephyr is an unexpected cool breeze on a hot day.” Just as she was talking, one blew through lifting the burden of high heat off my sweaty brow. The truth is, if you are going to have to endure a hot day, you might as well do it under some shade in the line of the zephyrs.
The same is true for breezing through a tough loss. After I made it through the Opens hit with the loss of my beloved doggie, Teddy-boy, during tournament week, I decided that what I needed most was a few zephyrs. If you want to experience a cool breeze on a hot day, the first thing you have to do is know where the breezes are and then position yourself in the line of them. If it works on a parched brown fairway, it will also work in the parched spots in your home where your beloved doggie used to sit, eat, or sleep. Continue reading