The Masters – The Schwartzel Year
I wasn’t born with a golf club in my hand. Heck, I never even watched golf growing up. We were tough. West Siders. Football. Tackle football with no pads – not a sport played by guys in white pants and shiny, white, patent leather shoes. Oh man, but after I picked up my first club and played a round at Pine Hills “Country Club” in … Continue reading The Masters – The Schwartzel Year