Who/What Brought You To The Game?

Mine was my dad. I never saw him play when I was younger but I always took a club out back and swung it around. One day he let me take some old clubs to a par3 course near us and I was hooked. Too bad I was beter then than I am now but I still love the game.

About nine years ago we were visiting my BIL in Florida. He and my son (Justin, 15 at the time) were going to the local par-3, and asked me if I wanted to go.

Justin has been my playing partner ever since.

nothing other than morbid curiosity really

growing up,  i played

tennis
soccer
basketball
baseball
football ( a bit)
x-country
billiards/pool


not exceedingly great at any of them (as in keep playing past high school) really  but always into competition/sports/games/etc

in undergrad,  our campus was within a 10 minute drive of a driving range.  drove by it frequently.   one day in a store , saw some (maybe dunlop, i don't honestly remember... it was 1999 or so) driver on clearance for like $30.   probably about 200cc  and a whippy graphite shaft.     LOL

anyways,  grabbed it, took it to that range

probably went about 10-20 times until 2001 when i graduated.   just liked whacking the ball, trying to make it go straight, right, left, etc.  like hitting a baseball....    only i missed the ball entirely a lot at first!  LOL


anyways  couldn't find it when i moved here to pa.  lost in the move somewhere. 

come  2003,  i wanted to get back into it ...  bought a dunlop loco i saw for $70 clearance or so.  got hooked again.  got a bit better wanted to actually play the whole game.   bought some clubs

I can't recall the actual watershed moment. I started pretty young.  I suppose 9 or 10.  I had some friends I hung out with all the time.

Picture this, only we never found a dead body.



We used to spend the entire day, all summer at this par 3 course on Beach Blvd. in Jacksonville.  I think it cost 3 or 4 bucks for the day.  The highlight was at noon, having a large limeaid.  They would put a cut,squeezed kumquat in it for flavor.

I remember buying my first putter.

I lost the game when we moved to Minnesota, and picked it up again later in life.

The only thing left for me is to catch sight of Bagger coming towards me on the next fairway.

Well, here's the problem with your request

It's not a sin if someone begs you for it.

In my early teens, I went out and bought a starter set (Wilson Johnny Walkers). Have no idea why, nobody in my family played, just thought it'd be a cool thing to do. For the longest time, I just hacked the ball around the yard. Finally, my older brother became interested and got clubs. I think somebody gave them to him. By this time, he was married and living on his own. We started playing together fairly often. Whenever the family got together he & I would be talking golf. That got my mother interested. She started taking lessons and playing with a ladies group. Eventually my dad started playing in order to spend more time with my mom. They ended up being members of two different clubs.

My mom passed away 13 years ago and my dad hasn't touched a club since. My brother and I still play 2-3 times a year when we can get together.