42 million Emotions

Well I did it and it was not as easy as I thought it would be......I just returned home from Florida and dropped my son off for his journey into the golf world. He will be attending Golf School in his quest to become a better player..or if that doesn't work out, a career in the golf industry.....and I know he is ready for the challenge, as he beat me by 23 strokes a few days ago.....I know my game stinks..but if he made a few putts it would have been a even worse of a butt whipping!!!!

You have no idea how many emotions - feelings there are going to be when you drop off your son the youngest child..wow, I will miss the shit out of him not being here..no one more to yell at or to do the things he should be doing to help around the house..cut grass, wash cars etc etc....We took my trailer down to Orlando...loaded and drove about 12 hours the 1st day..he followed behind me in his truck...it was like drafting in a Nascar race...I brought along Walkie - Talkies to talk back and forth to make sure he was doing OK...he has never driven that long of time before but he did great!!!! NO TICKETS for either of us YEAH !!!!!!! and I think it was a good lesson in driving also.

We took a tour of the golf school he is attending and we also dropped by his apartment..very nice!!!! and it's right next to a upscale mall ...he has a room mate coming in soon from Boston and then it's time to turn the switch on and get his journey started...I am sure he will do well ....as I told him if he messes this up I will send down a FOR SALE sign for his truck and just start walking South and find a place to live...

I am sure he will be fine...he's a great son..and all I ask is he just doesn't quit anything..and never tell anyone how you feel...keep focused, play smart, and if you have any doubt about anything..THINK FIRST.....and if he is really not sure give me a call and we can talk about it...not many young men get a chance to do something they like and enjoy doing...I know many who wake up every day and hate what they are doing...but it's called survival....it pays the bills...but what i like about this is you are in charge of your own destiny..

I remember him walking in about 3 am when he just learned to talk..........and he looked me in the eyes after pulling the covers off me and and YELLED .... FEED ME!!!!!!! and yes I got out of bed to feed him at 3 am...and our 1st shave together and that was fun......now he brags about those few little hairs he gets to shave now...Just one thing I mentioned to him is..step it up...always play the best as they will make you play better and challenge you like never before ..NEVER show what your feeling when playing...good shot of bad shot...stay focused and play smart...and good things will come your way..and PRACTICE- PRACTICE - PRACTICE you will only get better...

And I was asked if I cried when I left....I might have been if not 4:30 in the morning and he was sound asleep in the hotel we stayed at.....but like I said 42 million emotions were flying through my head.

Thanks for being such a good son.

Ciao'

Me