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So if it ever stops raining down here in southern Ontario, my dad, Shane, Anthony, and I would love to get out and golf. Most of you already know how much I love to golf but it is especially special when I get to go with my dad and brother. We don’t get to spend that much time together since my brother lives in Guelph and this is the first time since his wedding that both my dad and I are down here at the same time. The last time we all golfed together was in Kenora a few years back. Unlike basketball, volleyball, or soccer; golf is the only sport in which all of us can play together competitively for many years to come. It’s the only sport left in which our dad can keep up with us (with the exception of darts, in which both my dad and mom lay a beating to me at the Legion one night in Kenora). Our dad taught us the etiquette of golf; don’t talk while others are taking their shot, don’t step on someone’s line, dress properly, leave your clubs on the flag stick while putting so you don’t forget them around the green, etc. Like any other sport, our dad would give us tips and pointers to help us get better.

Over the past few years, our golf games have developed and there has been friendly competition whenever we get out on the course. Each of us has our own style. Dad is more of an all-around player from tee to green. My brother hits a long ball (chicks dig the long ball we always say). He’ll use a pitching wedge at the distance that I’d use a 7 iron. As for me, I rely on my short game (that’s what she said haha). My advantage is my touch around the green chipping and putting. Our different styles make for an interesting round and we usually shoot around the same score. For those of you wondering at home, I usually shoot lower but last year Shane beat me for the first time.

So if we eventually get out on the course, we will be playing for something worth more than money….bragging rights! (even though we will toss a toonie around for closest to the pin on par 3’s). It’s just friendly competition because we are all cheering for each other to shoot low and get more birdies than bogeys. Either way, I’m just happy to be able to get out with the boys. Keep you guys posted.