You actually made me tear up. Well written. I love our American men. The ones who sit by the tree on Christmas morning and smile while they watch everyone else get amazing gifts, and they open a package of socks.
Men who don't say a whole lot but who are there for us when we need them. Men who will drive all night to rescue their daughter from a bad situation.
Men who quietly just love us. Don't say much. And get the short end of the stick most of the time.
I hate what the feminist movement has done to our men. We need to love them more, respect them more, and lift them up. It's no wonder that our boys don't know how to be men anymore, because they're watching the men in their lives get beat up on a regular basis.
And women who think it's okay to denigrate their husbands in front of their friends need to STFU. Maybe that man of yours isn't living up to your dreams because you aren't living up to his.
I love this article. It is so true. It's always been okay with me when my man goes golfing, and when he has friends, they need them just as much as the women do. As time we start a new movement that lifts up men the way the women want to be lifted up.
The best trades I ever made were the ones where I stopped trying to prove something and just played my game within my actual edge. Golf does that for men in a way almost nothing else does. It hands you one clean moment, that 270-yard drive, that has nothing to do with your boss or your mortgage or your brother-in-law's IPO, and for four hours you are exactly as good as you actually are. No narrative. Just the ball and the number.
Spot on brother. It just takes one smooth swing, one good shot to keep the gears turning and that feeling of endless possibilities to creep into the mind. Add that to the feeling you get walking up to the green in the early morning while there is still dew on the ground or late afternoon as the sun is setting and the weather begins to cool. I'd be remised if I didn't include the cling of the cold beers to start and finish a round with friends. What a beautiful game.
I’m going through this exact scenario right now. Walked away from the game for nearly 20 years, but it has its hooks in me again. Thinking if I just gave it a little more focus, maybe I could get that single digit handicap back…
The “but for life” framing resonates. There’s actually a data point that fits: scratch golfers are roughly 1.6% of all registered players. Meaning 98% of the guys on that course are playing for something other than the score. Which is exactly what you’re describing.
What I’d push back on slightly is framing the dream as a lie men tell themselves. A guy shooting 87 who genuinely improves has real skill. The ceiling just isn’t Augusta. That’s not a failed dream, it’s a different one. We just never built language for that version of success.
Good piece. Golf week felt like the right time to read this.
You actually made me tear up. Well written. I love our American men. The ones who sit by the tree on Christmas morning and smile while they watch everyone else get amazing gifts, and they open a package of socks.
Men who don't say a whole lot but who are there for us when we need them. Men who will drive all night to rescue their daughter from a bad situation.
Men who quietly just love us. Don't say much. And get the short end of the stick most of the time.
I hate what the feminist movement has done to our men. We need to love them more, respect them more, and lift them up. It's no wonder that our boys don't know how to be men anymore, because they're watching the men in their lives get beat up on a regular basis.
And women who think it's okay to denigrate their husbands in front of their friends need to STFU. Maybe that man of yours isn't living up to your dreams because you aren't living up to his.
I love this article. It is so true. It's always been okay with me when my man goes golfing, and when he has friends, they need them just as much as the women do. As time we start a new movement that lifts up men the way the women want to be lifted up.
I miss you Dad.
You nailed it. My father was a golfer and as a result had a healthy social life. They need those relationships as much as we need our girl friends!
Thank you. I’m genuinely touched.
The best trades I ever made were the ones where I stopped trying to prove something and just played my game within my actual edge. Golf does that for men in a way almost nothing else does. It hands you one clean moment, that 270-yard drive, that has nothing to do with your boss or your mortgage or your brother-in-law's IPO, and for four hours you are exactly as good as you actually are. No narrative. Just the ball and the number.
Spot on brother. It just takes one smooth swing, one good shot to keep the gears turning and that feeling of endless possibilities to creep into the mind. Add that to the feeling you get walking up to the green in the early morning while there is still dew on the ground or late afternoon as the sun is setting and the weather begins to cool. I'd be remised if I didn't include the cling of the cold beers to start and finish a round with friends. What a beautiful game.
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I’m going through this exact scenario right now. Walked away from the game for nearly 20 years, but it has its hooks in me again. Thinking if I just gave it a little more focus, maybe I could get that single digit handicap back…
The “but for life” framing resonates. There’s actually a data point that fits: scratch golfers are roughly 1.6% of all registered players. Meaning 98% of the guys on that course are playing for something other than the score. Which is exactly what you’re describing.
What I’d push back on slightly is framing the dream as a lie men tell themselves. A guy shooting 87 who genuinely improves has real skill. The ceiling just isn’t Augusta. That’s not a failed dream, it’s a different one. We just never built language for that version of success.
Good piece. Golf week felt like the right time to read this.
I love this. I forwarded it to my son to share with his golfing buddies.