(written in 2014) In the Beginning In the beginning, I had some clubs but I didn't have a bag. I had to use a loaner bag from the course my stepdad and I were about to hack our way around. Unfortunately for me, it was a pink bag. I was 12 years old when I first stepped foot on a golf course, not knowing it would become a passion for me all my life. I remember playing that day as if t were yesterday. I was absolutely horrible, shanking, topping, missing, and losing balls right and left. I hit every hazard that was in front, beside, or even behind me. It was a wonder we even made it through the 9 holes we did. My stepdad wasn't much better, but he had some practice playing on the company golf team at the brake plant in Tennessee. That first day I even tried my best to keep score, even though the math was so complicated it could merit an invisible algebra equation. I can't remember exactly what I came up with, but the score for 9 holes was probably around 100 if I were to co
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