The Masters is on this weekend and it is to many golfers what opening day is to baseball fans. It is the start of the season. The time when many courses start to awake from their frozen, snow filled slumber, and if they’re still not totally thawed out at least we can go to the driving range.
Last weekend I did just that with Zacharie. He loves to play road hockey in the driveway, he’ll swing at a baseball on a tee, or chase a soccer ball around, but we have yet to find a team sport that he really wants to embrace. He’s happier in swimming lessons, rock climbing and now, apparently, golf.
It was opening day at my local driving range last weekend and I scooped out 100 balls in a bucket expecting to hit a few dozen and have to leave early because Zacharie would be complaining about being bored. The opposite was true. I was done before he was. He wanted to stay. He wanted to get more balls.
I learned a few things about my son on that plastic mat. He’s determined. He can focus. He’s left handed.