I didn’t grow up in a golf family. My father was a teacher and owned a landscaping business. We were a dirt-on-our-Hanes-T-shirts family. No blue or white collars here.
Golf came to me in college. As my passion for it developed and it became a large part of my career, I’ve often wondered what it would be like growing up with a club in my hands, sharing special moments on the course with my father, which I witnessed countless times secondhand. Certainly, it’s something I hope to develop with my two sons.
