I've talked before about the kinship I feel I have with Steve Rushin, the former Sports Illustrated columnist, my fellow journalist named Steve who grew up in Minnesota and later moved East, has a wife named Rebecca and a sister named Amy, who lives and breathes sports and has even remained a die-hard Twins fan.
Rushin has an article in Golf Digest about his family's golfing history and it's a great read full of great stories. But this part at the end struck me especially:
There was that time at Meadowbrook in Hopkins, Minn., that Tom and I were paired with a lone stranger who had -- we couldn't help but notice -- only one arm. The man swung right-handed clubs with his left hand, as if hitting a backhand in tennis, and his fluid swing (and flawless first tee shot) gave my brother and me a strange feeling of impending doom. And so Tom turned to me and whispered, with a deep sense of disquiet, "We're about to get our asses kicked by a guy with one arm." Which is precisely what happened.In my brief, two-year career as a golfer, I've played maybe six courses total, and only one in Minnesota. That course, of course, is Meadowbrook. I used to have cross-country meets there, too. Posted by Stephen Silver at November 19, 2008 03:50 PM
We sure had fun!
Posted by: Jeff S at November 19, 2008 10:09 PM