Golf is a gentleman’s game. It takes patience, skill and precision. Sadly I lack in all three areas, but always enjoyed playing the game, especially those beautiful summer mornings when I was able to get out on the course with my grandfather.
I’m not a great golfer… but I’m not terrible. Clearly, track and field was my sport. Jax now has baseball covered for the family and Steph was a ballet dancer, so where does that leave poor little Oliver?
I’m sure you see where this is going by now. Oliver picked up a golf club this morning and the next Jack Nicklaus was born. He’s a natural, he’s barely even one and he’s already putting better than most adults (he definitely is putting better than me, for sure). It’s amazing how fast he’s picked up this sport. It’s like, one day you’re having your diaper changed and the next you’re on the PGA tour in your PJs.
Go get ’em Ollie.
…US Open beware.