Every year since I can remember back in my golf memory, my dad and I have teamed up at his club in their Father’s Day tournament. The tournament is a Father/Son (or daughter, or I suppose transgender or whatever the flavor of the month is) scramble, mainly aimed at being fun. To hell with fun! We want to win at all costs! I kid, sort of.
We have won this event many times, including last year when when racked up 10 birdies and won by four shots. We had hoped to defend our title this year, but both of us were a little off in our games. We started off very shaky and made some bogeys. Midway through the round we got it together and erased a all but one of those bogeys with some birdies.
We ended up with the 2nd best score in our flight and a 3rd place finish. We were only one shot behind first place. That will drive you nuts, thinking about all the places you could have made up one or two shots.
Anyway, it was still fun and I look forward to the Father’s Day tournament every year. As I’ve said many times before, I’ll never forgive my dad for introducing me to the wonderful game of golf.