The father’s day gift

Earlier this week I received a phone call and was asked if I would like to play a round of golf. I said “that sounds like a good idea.” He said “l’ll pick you up in half an hour.” As we teed off there was no one ahead of us, 17 degrees, with sunny periods, a beautiful afternoon for a round of golf. After 3 holes I was only 2 strokes behind. As I watched him tee off on the next hole and hit the ball 300 yards straight down the fairway, his swing ending so naturally. I wondered why I couldn’t do the same. After topping my drive and ‘duffing’ my next shot I silently reminded myself I was playing with someone who had won 3 consecutive club championships, a Provincial Championship, been selected athlete of the year and voted policeman of the year. So this guy seems to know how to do things right. After a few more bad holes I hit a good tee shot and second shot on the par 5 18th hole. My 3rd shot was on the green. His 2nd shot was 10 yards to the left of the green. As I walked up to the green he made a beautiful chip shot which landed 8 feet from the cup and rolled in for an eagle and a 71. I missed my birdie putt and settled for a 102. I admired his confident smile and walk to the hole. It was a pleasure to play a round of golf with this smartly dressed young man. I handed him his ball and shook his hand. When he said “thanks dad” I was the proudest father in Corner Brook, Newfoundland.

PS: Thanks Bobby, the new set of clubs you gave me knowing I would be away on Father’s Day was another example of your thoughtfulness.

Having you as a son is the perfect gift.