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Wednesday, May 2, 2012

One Happy Papa


I had the pleasure of playing golf with my son and two of his buddies yesterday in our annual church golf tournament.  These young men have grown so much.  They will soon be finishing up their junior year of high school.  It is so hard to believe that they’ll be preparing for college in another short twelve months.

But hey, enough of the mushy stuff…let’s get back to the golf.  Did I mention these guys play for the high school golf team?  A low handicap combined with raw power is a perfect combination for a golf partner in one of these scramble tournaments.  It is even better when you have three of them on your team.

These guys are playing a game that I am not familiar with at all.  They are fearless.  The sound of the ball off the club is like poetry.  Distance, pure distance.  Their soft touch around the green is shocking given the violence of the rest of their games.  It is hard to imagine how much more they will improve with another year of playing golf nearly every day.  I was clearly holding them back.

In last year’s tournament, these guys fielded their own team with four high schooler golfers.  At 16 years old, they finished second.  They were not accused of cheating, but I imagine some in the crowd wondered how a bunch of kids who could barely drive could score so well.

Going in this year, finishing near the top was not even considered since I was on the team.  Oh well, the boys could mow down a lot of groceries and show off for the volunteers.  I’d just sit back, knock in a putt or two and enjoy the day.

After birdies on six of the first seven holes, you could not hold back the competitive beast.  These boys wanted to win.  We hit a lull for a few holes and it became clear that the young men needed fuel.  I loaded them down with hot dogs and sports drink at the turn in hopes of recovering their prior form.  It worked.  We were off on another birdie binge and finished eagle, birdie, birdie.  

The final score tally was 58 (14-under par).  Not incredible for a golf scramble, but excellent for a church golf scramble.  Nothing against us Christians, but church tournaments don’t tend to bring out a lot of scratch golfers seeking prizes.  It’s a fundraiser for gosh sakes.

We’ve come a long way since the boys and I played several years ago in this event and finished last.  Instead of the booby prize, we received a set of golf wedges.  Only real golfers get good gear.  I got to tag along for the ride.

I'm the short one
On the way home the boys were already planning for next year.  What mistakes were made this year and how those could be corrected.  It was also suggested that I merely be a manager and they recruit another ringer for finish out their foursome.  Should I be offended?  I mean, I paid for this thing…geeze…a little respect is in order don’t ya think?  Ok, maybe not.  But, I don’t think I’ll allow it.  It simply isn’t fair is it?  It isn’t about winning…you can’t even use the “It’s about winning for God” argument.  That is way too convenient and down right silly.

No, We’ll field our team just like everyone else and enjoy the day outdoors chasing a little white ball.  It’s about fellowship with other believers.  Ok, headed to the range to start practicing.  Someone’s got to win…right?

Run in Peace, Rest in Grace.

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