I didn't grow up in the game. It came to me later. It came to me slowly. Summers in Virginia can be miserably hot and humid.
But when you hit one ball, just right, all of that disappears. You watch, shielding your eyes from the sun, as the ball flys, simultaneously weightless and full of authority, and it lands, just so, on the green with a chance for birdie. That walk. The imperceptible head nod to the gallery. The feeling that, finally, just maybe, you've finally figured it out! The hope and optimism. That's why I play.
As I continue to refine my game and learn about new gear I want to be able to share that feeling. I want others to feel that tuning fork go off in their heart. To try and grasp the unobtainable.
We often introduce people based on their business. "This is Molly, she's a doctor" or "I'm Happy. I'm a hockey player". Well, my night job may be slinging drinks in a bar but everyone who knows me, knows that I'm Jason, the golfer.