Moving Day in Bethesda, MD

It's moving day at the U.S. Open. Like the masses, I find myself pulling for Rory! Do you see how he finishes? Yes, that is right, how he finishes. No, not how he finishes his final rounds but how he finishes his golf swing. He swings through the ball better than most. He finishes high. He never holds off a shot. He is committed, confident, and trusting. I love watching him swing. It is as if he has no fear. No doubt. No second thoughts, even if the planned shot isn't the 'correct' one, you sure as hek couldn't tell from his swing and demeanor. Outside of Rory, I am pulling for Kevin Chappell. Who, you might ask? Kevin Chappell, a UCLA alum. I don't know Kevin personally, but I know him competitively. Kevin and I fought it out on the links a half a dozen times or so. We exchanged shots, putts, fist pounds, and even probably a few glares. But we never exchanged dis-pleasantries. Everywhere from the Carson Daly Invitational at Robinson's Ranch where I came out the victor, to0 the sacred grounds of The Olympic Club; host of the 2006 Pacific Coast Amateur where Kevin not only outdid myself, but calmed the storms the Lakes course tends to stir. I miss those days, and finally feel that I am in a place to regain new days of such in the future!

I love the respect within golf. That is why I am pulling for Rory and Kevin. I respect them. I respect their games. Their styles. Their attitudes, thoughts, and most importantly their work ethic. I've tasted the committment it takes to be good. I've sweated the hours it takes to stay dry amongst the precipitation of pressure on a Moving Day. The days of my 88 at the United States Amateur still haunts me from time to time from 2005. It's hard to get over disappointments and failures. It's hard to let things go. But that is exactly what you have to do within the game of golf. That is exactly what you have to do within the realm of life. You have to believe in the next moment, the next shot, the next read, alignment, aim, and the next putt. All the while staying in the moment. Executing the shot at hand. To believe in the future, be content in the present, and learn from the past is something I'm striving for on both of my courses.

I like words. They hold power. But lately I'm not much of a word guy. People use words to flippantly and abundantly. Is less more when it comes to words? My new favorite word is perpetuity. And no not perpetuity with words, but perpetuity within life and actions. I find that words, allbeit their power, are dis-valued time and time again by lack of action.

Rory is Rory, and he is in the hunt again because he has perpetuity. David Feherty told a story this morning, on the Golf Channel, about his time he spent with Rory the Sunday night after Augusta. David said they sat, had a few beers, then a few cokes, and then spoke. David asked Rory, "Are you ok?" And Rory beautifully spoke, "If today is the worst day of my life, I will be more than ok." Best of luck to you sir Rory! Continue on your perpetual journey. Thank you for inspiring me to live in perpetuity. Why is it so hard for some to live perpetually? Why do we always have to speak. Aren't their words, noises, and voices already happening amongst us? Aren't they more clear and powerful than my own? Would I be farther along if I spoke less and lived perpetuitively? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Since I am writing words on perpetuity, I feel the urge to stop. To perpetuity!

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