I’ve always been a big believer in the concept of paying it forward. I’ve been ridiculously fortunate in my life to have been born into a loving family who supported me every day in my pursuit of of a career playing golf. I don’t mean financial support…real support.
I grew up in Maine, which isn’t exactly a hotbed for PGA Tour players, but plenty rich in good natured people with a strong sense of community and work ethic. Going back home is like going back in time…I love it there.
It wasn’t all golf when I was a kid. In fact, golf was the last sport I took up…it was ice hockey in the winter, and baseball in the summer. We often cruised around the rocky coastline in our crusty little 28 foot sailboat until I was 12. My dad and his buddy made the boat themselves…sea worthy but definitely no modern luxuries. A cut-out milk carton served as our restroom.
