Any chance I get to sneak away to the rolling green turf of a PGA Tour golf course you will not hear me say "No." While I did not grow up a golfer and have never played a full round, I deeply value the sport and find myself attached for no apparent reason.
It may be the quiet, reverent environment, or the "oohs" and "ahhs" of the gallery for each valiant shot and putt made. But I also think it's an appreciation for the players. Golf is not a team sport in the traditional sense. While golfers do require teams of coaches, a caddie, perhaps an agent, the final play comes down to them as an individual. And this I admire. The immense amount of pressure and focus on one person is quite the act of vulnerability. Golf is a beautiful sport. The location, the clothes, the technique, the poise. I guess that's why its a "gentleman's game."
And so family works the same way. While you belong to a team, who you become and choose to be comes down to you as an individual. Trying to make as few mistakes on the course of life as possible, you decide which strokes to take and have your team of "coaches" and Caddie (Christ) to lean on for those strokes.
I am thankful to share my appreciation for the game of Golf with my dad and Brother. It is an event we can bond over and discuss together. And more importantly attending tournaments, such as the Dean & Deluca Invitational, are memories we can make together. I know that this life is going to go so fast. It already has. So any common thread I can tie to these two I want to sew as many times as possible. Creating traditions like this past weekend are important to me because relationships are strengthened not just in words but in moments as well.