The Author

The Author

Golf has been on my mind quite a bit recently, displacing some things I usually think about, like, “I really should go on a diet”, and “Mm, wouldn’t a cheeseburger be delicious right now?”  The reason golf has forced its way into my frontal lobe is Bryan Fryklund’s new book, The Golf Fanatic’s Guide To Hawaii.  (In the interest of full disclosure, I should mention that Bryan is my son-in-law, and that my daughter Jen Reeder took the photos that adorn practically every page of the book.)

While Bryan was writing the text,  I offered a few suggestions.  He wisely ignored them, and the result is a terrific book that is drawing a lot of attention from the media and from golf fanatics at large.  I have thoughtfully supplied a link to his blog in case you want to learn more.  You’re welcome.

Personally, I do not qualify as a golf fanatic, mostly because I am not a good golfer.  That is not false modesty — I have many witnesses who can testify to the truth of that statement.  In the right frame of mind, though, golf can be fun.  I find it helps if at least one of my playing partners is as lousy as I am.

On one occasion years ago, I was fortunate enough to be playing with an acquaintance — let’s call him Tim (since that’s his name) — who was new to the game.  He’s probably a lot better now, but back then, by the end of a round Tim would be hoarse from yelling “fore!”  He hit the ball a long way, but rarely straight — he was Strong and Wrong, you might say.

Tim lined up a tee shot and gave the ball a prodigious whack.  It immediately headed right.  Way right.  It soared over trees, out of bounds and out of sight.  We all stared off in the general direction this mammoth blast had gone.  Our playing partner, Nick LeRose, finally broke the silence.  “That ball,” he remarked, “landed in the yard of someone who doesn’t even know he lives near a golf course.”

If you have a favorite golf story, feel free to share it here.  Oh, and do yourself a favor — check out Bryan’s book.

2 responses to “MY FAVORITE GOLF STORY

  1. Tom, all honest golfers know that golf is a humbling game. However, if there is any “false modesty” in your post, it is when you address your contribution to The Golf Fanatic’s Guide to Hawaii. Without your editing, guidance, support, and on-going marketing efforts, the book would have had little shot at success. As far as your “few suggestions” go, I know better than to ignore the advice of man with a lifetime of line-of-fire writing experience: the book would not be the fine product it is today if I hadn’t heeded your input. Mahalo.

    One of my favorite golf stories took place in the company of one of our mutual friends, who I’ll call L. Along with his wife Z., Jen and I were enjoying one of our first rounds of Hawaiian golf, back in the mid-90s. Anyone who has played the volcanic courses on the west side of the Big Island know that balls hit into the lava are at the mercy of Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of fire and lava, and unexpected results frequently occur. On a hole with a short forced carry over some rough a’a lava, I teed up for my drive. While I’m usually good for some yardage off the tee (often ‘strong and wrong,’ like your friend Tim), on this occassion I nearly missed the ball, blading it thin into the lava where it struck a rock and shot perpendicularly left before hitting another rock, which spat the ball back toward me. It plopped down on the grass a few yards short of me and rolled to a stop at my feet, hitting the tee it had just left as if it had merely been blown off by a sudden gust of wind. While I couldn’t believe what I had just seen, L., ever the gentleman, shrugged non-chalantly and remarked, “I’ll give you a mulligan on that one.”



  2. We’ve all heard of homing pigeons — but a homing golf ball!? Wow. Too bad cameras weren’t rolling on that one.

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