April 9, 2017 First Masters Memory
It was Sunday, April 14th, 1996 and I was seated next to my Dad in our living room. I was 13 at the time, and we watched a lot of sports together. My Dad and I watched Greg Norman lose a 6...
March 30, 2017 Memories from the Masters
My memories of the masters span two decades. One of the most memorable was last year, in 2016, when I had the chance to get to know some of the patrons. They were thrilled to be there, some for the...
February 28, 2017 West Coast Adventure
Our two-week excursion down the West Coast saw rain and shine, but we were humbled at every turn. It began in Arizona, where our founder flew in to catch his buddy, Webb Simpson, shoot a 66 on the Sunday of...