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WHAT IS YOUR BEST SCORE AND WHERE DID YOU SHOOT IT?
GATES PARK, WATERLOO IA. Par 72 and I shot a 66 in 1992 (27 years old)
My grandfather retired from "normal" work at age 65 and worked at nights at a men's clothing store to pay for his local "season golf pass". I grew up playing him in Waterloo, IA. Played every Monday w/ him during the summer and occasionally when school was in session. Started out where my par was double normal par. Then I we adjusted to normal par as I got better, but I always played the "men's tees" and always had water balls because some holes there was no way I could carry, but I'd get to drop 3 on the other side, which was better than trying to "play around the water".
I moved to Texas at at 11. "Pa" would come down during the winter, and I'd go up there for a month during the summer and every day we'd play at one of the local munis. He never "let" me beat him, he said I had to "earn it" and that when I did "it would be one of the best days of his life". Around the time I turned 14 I beat him for the 1st time 81-83. We celebrated at Shakey's Pizza. I went away to college and took golf "class" and got my handicap down to about 1-2 and told my grandfather that my next goal was to break par playing w/ him on one of the courses we grew up playing on. I moved to Houston and my townhouse backed up to a local course so I'd hop on after work and play 12-13 holes almost every night so I got in plenty of practice. I also played in several golf leagues.
In the summer of 1992 (I was 27) I went to vist them in Iowa, and while we couldn't play every day (due to his age 81) we were able to get in 6/7 rounds while I was there. We played the next to last day of my trip at Gates park (not the hardest course in the world, but still, I was playing from the tips (6800) and he was playing from Grandpa tees. Best round I ever had. I think I might have mishit 3-4 shots all day. 33-33 for a 66 (6 under). He cried all the way up 18................walking............we NEVER road unliess it was a upscale course where the walk would be too much.
I'm now 58 and old, but yesterday I played w/ my youngest son here in Texas as he's back from college summer baseball for a little break. 1st time he ever beat me. 78-79. He birdied 18 from 15 feet. I was proud that he "won" it, and I didn't lose it. We celebrated with a fire roasted pizza at our local pizza shop.
My oldest will never beat me, he comes for the entertainment and the beer, but we all enjoy our time together on the course.
I now have a 18 month old grandson and I hope that both my kids pass down the love of the game to their children.
GATES PARK, WATERLOO IA. Par 72 and I shot a 66 in 1992 (27 years old)
My grandfather retired from "normal" work at age 65 and worked at nights at a men's clothing store to pay for his local "season golf pass". I grew up playing him in Waterloo, IA. Played every Monday w/ him during the summer and occasionally when school was in session. Started out where my par was double normal par. Then I we adjusted to normal par as I got better, but I always played the "men's tees" and always had water balls because some holes there was no way I could carry, but I'd get to drop 3 on the other side, which was better than trying to "play around the water".
I moved to Texas at at 11. "Pa" would come down during the winter, and I'd go up there for a month during the summer and every day we'd play at one of the local munis. He never "let" me beat him, he said I had to "earn it" and that when I did "it would be one of the best days of his life". Around the time I turned 14 I beat him for the 1st time 81-83. We celebrated at Shakey's Pizza. I went away to college and took golf "class" and got my handicap down to about 1-2 and told my grandfather that my next goal was to break par playing w/ him on one of the courses we grew up playing on. I moved to Houston and my townhouse backed up to a local course so I'd hop on after work and play 12-13 holes almost every night so I got in plenty of practice. I also played in several golf leagues.
In the summer of 1992 (I was 27) I went to vist them in Iowa, and while we couldn't play every day (due to his age 81) we were able to get in 6/7 rounds while I was there. We played the next to last day of my trip at Gates park (not the hardest course in the world, but still, I was playing from the tips (6800) and he was playing from Grandpa tees. Best round I ever had. I think I might have mishit 3-4 shots all day. 33-33 for a 66 (6 under). He cried all the way up 18................walking............we NEVER road unliess it was a upscale course where the walk would be too much.
I'm now 58 and old, but yesterday I played w/ my youngest son here in Texas as he's back from college summer baseball for a little break. 1st time he ever beat me. 78-79. He birdied 18 from 15 feet. I was proud that he "won" it, and I didn't lose it. We celebrated with a fire roasted pizza at our local pizza shop.
My oldest will never beat me, he comes for the entertainment and the beer, but we all enjoy our time together on the course.
I now have a 18 month old grandson and I hope that both my kids pass down the love of the game to their children.