
In the middle of June I decided that I would take a personal leave of absence from work that would last most of the summer. I'm not much of a planner, but a trip of this magnitude had to include at least some plans...
The main reason for the trip was golf. I had planned on playing in the Greater Bangor Open in Maine in late July, followed by the New Hampshire Open the following week. After that I would have a couple of weeks until the Rhode Island Open which I would hit on the way out of town, and zip back to Texas in time to play in "Hotter than Hell", the summer version of Stephen F Austin's Survival Tournaments. After this I would finally return to Austin, return to work, and reassess my game, my life, and my aspirations going forward. Little did I know that this trip would involve so many non-golf events that would mean more to me than the golf did.
First, I stopped in Columbus, Ohio to see two of my best friends in the world for a few days. I experienced the "Thurminator", a 1.5 pound ground beef behemoth not once, but twice! I also got to experience the nightlife on the campus of The Ohio State University which was a lot of fun. The most important thing on this part of the trip however was meeting my friend Ben's now fiance, Kristen. Ben and I go way back, and needless to say, I care for him like a brother and I knew he was serious about Kristen, so it was important to him and myself that we got along...I'm sure he knows now that she has my full endorsement, he asked her to marry him about a month after my visit.
When I continued on to New Hampshire I had about three weeks until I headed to Maine for the GBO. I was fortunate to catch another college friend, Rob, in New York getting married to Nicole, they had dated since our days at Quinnipiac University. I also decided to get on the bag for a good friend in the New Hampshire Amateur. Jim Cilley is a good player, and we used to practice together when I lived in New Hampshire, so I knew his game well. However, he had never advanced beyond the round of 32 before. We both felt I could help him in this endeavor, with my green-reading ability and experience having won this very tournament 6 years ago...It was a magical week for Jim. He marched all the way to the Semifinals before he had a tight match. A miraculous shot from the woods on 16 gave him back a lead he would not relinquish, and only one man stood between him and the title, Nick MacDonald. Nick is without a doubt the best amateur golfer in the state of New Hampshire, and the defending New Hampshire Amateur Champion. The final was a battle the whole way, with lead changes and momentum shifts. Jim desperately clung to a 1-up advantage down the stretch, all the way to the final hole where he met a 6 foot par putt to win. After reading the putt, I gave Jim a spot as we had done all week. As he addressed the putt I told him sternly, "If you hit it there, you can't miss..." He rolled the ball inexorably, right at the spot I had shown him just outside of the hole. The 30 year old pumped his fist and yelled with youthful exuberance as the ball disappeared into the hole. He was met by a hug from me, then by his father who was crying uncontrollably. His father then hugged me saying through his tears, "Thank you so much, he could not have done this without you..." I had some wonderful moments during this trip, but this may have been the best of them all.
From there, I focused on my own golf game which left a lot to be desired after a week of minimal practice. I played very poorly in Bangor, and then in the New Hampshire Open as well. I was disappointed in myself and my lack of ability to play the game I love so much still. I struggled to execute even the simplest of shots and watched the players around me demonstrate why they are better time and time again. I hadn't felt this level of frustration on a golf course in a long time, and I'll be honest, I hated it. It frustrated me enough to decide against playing in the Rhode Island Open and save the $400 entry fee.
I spent the next few days on a lake with my father in Moultonborough, New Hampshire. Moultonborough may be the most beautiful place in the world during the summer, with the mountains framing the greenest of trees which ultimately give birth to the glassy waters of Lake Winnipesaukee, the perfect place to be left alone with your thoughts...
When we returned home, we decided that we'd extend our water activities and kayak a 15 mile leg of the Merrimack River the following day. This turned out to be 10 hours of kayaking, fishing, swimming, and joking that I'll never forget. The kind of day with dad that boys remember when they become fathers themselves...
From there I took a trip to Philadelphia to see another good friend Dominic marry his bride Nicole. Philadelphia was an absolute blast as well, it included some golf, poker, laughs, nightlife, and of course the wedding. I don't feel as though I left any fun behind me in Philly, I needed a full day to recover from that portion of the trip.
When I returned to New Hampshire I had just two days left before leaving for Rhode Island, where I decided I'd grab the straps for my friend Mark in the Rhode Island Open, since I wasn't competing myself. I spent those last two days laying low, and spending some precious time with my mom. When you live so far from family, you don't take an hour or two for granted anymore...
Mark was another winner of the New Hampshire Amateur (2008) and turned pro last summer and has had some success in state and city opens, he also was going to be on our team in Sealy for "Hotter than Hell" so it made sense for me to go along and then we could share the drive back to Texas. Mark played well, and I'd like to think I helped him as he fired rounds of 68, 67, 69 to claim the title by 2 shots. Regardless of how poorly I played, I feel like I could be in the running for caddy of the year, after all, I haven't lost yet...
Unfortunately for Mark it was the shortest victory celebration ever, as we had 1,900 miles in front of us, and only 42 hours to cover them by car...By this time of course I felt right at home in my car, but it didn't mean I wanted to be there. The drive went relatively smoothly, and I was glad when it was over, it felt great to be back in the greatest state in the Union!
"Hotter than Hell" offered more of the same for me. Golf that is just not quite what I used to be accustomed to. Mediocrity at best, and absolute failure to step up in a big spot and hit a big shot. We finished fourth, and made minimal money, profiting nothing for ourselves or our sponsor. The only good thing left was being able to mount up yet again and continue on to Austin.
After getting in at 11:00 Sunday night I slept in my own bed for the first time in 52 days. In that time I had driven 7,664 miles, been in 22 states, seen two weddings, an engagement, the birth of a friend's daughter, played 3 golf tournaments, caddied in two others (winning them both), laughed so hard my stomach and throat hurt, and I even cried twice...I took this trip figuring that I would have a much clearer picture of what I wanted to do with my life when I returned. I have zero regrets about this trip. Zero. However the picture is so blurry right now I can't even begin to decipher it all at this point. Perhaps it's time to walk away from golf, at least professionally. Perhaps I should look into caddying on a much more serious level. Who knows? I know that right now it feels great to be back in Austin, and I'm going to take a week or two and just reflect on my summer. I don't have to decide anything right now. I'm just so proud of myself for taking the risks I have to get to this point. No matter what happens from here, I will have no regrets. That is priceless.