A golfer since my first steps, I grew up in and around the public links of San Francisco, where the air is thick like clam chowder and the rough is tough as stale sourdough. I’ve spent countless hours in and around the game, playing, watching, contemplating, and eventually trying to understand what really goes on during that four-hour walk in the park, so it’s especially tough when the game shows it’s teeth just to let you know that you haven’t figured out a thing. When I’m not busy being perplexed by the sport and its many facets, I enjoy spending time with friends and family, going to the gym, watching Netflix, or participating in golf of any other composition (i.e. frisbee, mini, foot, Wii).