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![]() Golf offers a measure of respite from the outside world (PHOTO: Eddie Meeks). I had an instant love for golf. It came with that first perfectly struck ball. I employed a baseball grip while using my dad’s Tiger Shark irons off a wiry green mat, and I sent a battle-scarred range ball soaring on the trajectory I envisioned. It was a sensation that fueled a desire to repeat that feeling of perfect contact, and I’ve been chasing the sensation ever since. Over the years, I’ve found fuel for my passion in many different places. It started with a birdie on the first hole I played on a regulation golf course. I still recall the shots — ballooned tee ball, worm-burner 3-wood, bladed 5-iron and a pitch in. Isn’t that the game in a nutshell? All your mistakes and transgressions are wiped away in one great shot. My love for golf grew through summers on municipal courses where there were heated competitions lasting beyond twilight, and I recall spending hours beating balls in the rain and many afternoons hitting shots in the heat of the desert sun. A number of people also fueled my passion. I can still picture my grandfather playing perfect pitches with a hickory- shafted wedge he called the “chalola.” I also remember standing in the restaurant at L.A. Royal Vista watching a 46-year old Jack Nicklaus win the Masters when everyone thought he was done winning major championships. The high of watching that victory inspired me for months. Some of the most beautiful landscapes I’ve seen in this world have been on golf courses. Have you ever found yourself a part of the perfect landscape with no desire to leave? Like an infusion of adrenaline, one great shot, one clutch putt, one perfectly played hole or one beautiful day can sustain us. Golf is also a strange dichotomy. For every uplifting moment the game delivers, there are rounds where you seemingly forget how to hold a club and swing. It might be an ill-timed snap hook that comes on the 18th hole when you’re trying to finish a career round or the seemingly endless run of putts that miss the hole by less than an inch. Golf is such a great game. The experiences, friendships, competition and beauty stir the emotions and form the framework of so many memories. My passion has ebbed and flowed through the years, but I’ll always have great memories to pull me through the down times that strangely seem to be a part of this beautiful game. |
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