September 25, 2018 Pursuing the Authentic
I remember two things from my first trip to Italy as a 14 year old boy. My Dad’s excitement to be there and the way he talked about Italian eggs leading up to the trip. Let me explain. No one loves Italy...
I remember two things from my first trip to Italy as a 14 year old boy. My Dad’s excitement to be there and the way he talked about Italian eggs leading up to the trip. Let me explain. No one loves Italy...
I’m excited for Father’s Day for two reasons. One, it’s an opportunity to reflect on shared memories with my own father. Sport and travel have been at the center of most of our time together. It’s also a chance for me to...
Bay County Municipal Golf Course in Essexville, Michigan. That’s where I discovered golf. I’d consider it a small track, bare bones is probably a fair assessment, but as a boy, it represented 6 hours of freedom. My first set of clubs was...
In the early evening of Sunday, April 8, the setting sun cast large shadows all over Augusta National and Patrick Reed sank the final putt of the 2018 Masters, sealing his hard fought victory and 1st Major title. Reed played inspired...
I love Golf. I REALLY love it and If you want to play golf in NYC you have to WANT it. It's my pastime as well as a lifelong challenge I'm committed to battling every summer Saturday for the rest of my...
I’m the youngest of 4 girls and was thrown into team sports early. My Dad and Uncle coached my first YMCA basketball team. I was only 4 years old. My Dad LOVED sports and it was how we connected. I remember...
Arnold Palmer famously thanked God for the game of golf and golf has given me so much throughout my life, most of all an opportunity for rich relationships. As a child, my grandparents lived next door and my grandfather and I...
“I was 10 years old when I played my first set of clubs. A Spalding 4-wood, Tommy Armour 4, 6, 7, and 9-irons, a few Wilson wedges, and an old Ping putter made up this hand-me-down assortment. They weren't much to...
I attended a magnet high school and most of the kids I grew up playing baseball with went to our rival high-school. The first game against them I was the starting shortstop. I was proud to be in the starting...
“I first began accompanying my Dad to the driving range when I was three years old. He had a right-handed iron cut down for me, but I refused to swing the correct way, flipping it over and hitting it with...