I come from a family of pretty good athletes. Well, let me amend that. Of the four males in the household, my youngest brother was terrible -- always falling over his feet, my middle brother and I were pretty decent athletes, having played in high school and college. My father was a duffer and even though he had the most expensive golf clubs on the market, his handicap practically equaled the national debt.

On the other hand, the only female in the household, my mother, used rather inexpensive golf clubs and although my father always wanted to teach her the rudiments of the game, it was hard for him to compete with a three handicap … on the men’s tees, no less. My mother was a champion golfer, winning consecutive Pennsylvania and Florida titles and even running around on tour. She was really so good that she would play from the gold tees most of the time.

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