Every day I am able to play this game surrounded by good friends, old and new, is a blessing. Unlike many guys I have met playing golf, I did not grow up with the game. As a city kid, soccer, baseball and stickball were my goto sports. I have been fortunate in life to find a passion for this challenging, schizophrenic, dastardly, hateful, beautiful and fleetingly rewarding game of golf. My passion for the game came at a remarkably odd time. During my summer between my sophomore and junior years of college, I began feeling very sick. I lost 70lbs in a span of a 2 months and it became clear to my parents and physicians this was more than just a virus. I wont bore you with the details but rest assured I have put all that weight back on over the past 20 years. During the fall when I started my treatment, I split my time between a local muni and various doctor offices. I forged a lifelong relationship with golf. When I reflect on my illness, I am struck by how much golf played a part in my recovery and my mental health during treatments. It was the excitement we feel walking to the first tee that got me up in the morning, even when my body was completely overwhelmed. I am playing this 100 hole hike to support the LLS. Many young people are struck with cancers that fall under LLS umbrella. It has been a bumpy 20 year road but I would not have been able to make it without this game.
MY GOAL IS TO PLAY 100 HOLES