One of the highlights of this past year was golfing with my kids - a specific memory that stands out was at Sand Valley when Rocky and I hit our putts at the same time from different parts of the green; the balls collided, went airborne and both somehow magically landed in the hole. We both lost our minds running around the green celebrating, culminating with Rocky being sprawled out, laying on top of me. He was so overcome with joy that he actually wiped away a tear.

While he’s probably already forgotten about it, I never will. Having that kind of time together and the possibility of such pure emotion, is why I love the game so much.

Jonny