UNLESS YOU FOLLOW THE PGA TOUR CLOSELY, YOU PROBABLY HAVEN'T HEARD OF ME. My best finish is a T-12 early into my rookie season on the PGA Tour in 2018 [He improved that with a T-11at the Sanderson Farms in September 2019]. I got my card that first time by finishing 22nd on the Web.com Tour in October 2017. Five months earlier, I'd made $4,800 through 10 events and was thinking about quitting for what must've been the 40th time.
I WAS BORN IN CALIFORNIA IN 1988. But I grew up in Blacksburg, Va. Our parents were hippies. My brother, sisters and I were raised strict vegetarian, and my dad would rather hang out with us than go to his job managing a health-food store. My siblings had their interests, but I loved sports. Dad coached some of my baseball and soccer teams. We didn't have much money, but we had a great life.
I GOT A SET OF CLUBS FOR CHRISTMAS WHEN I WAS 8. Dad nor any of our relatives had ever played. The city municipal was less than a mile from our house, and I could go around all day for $9. "The Hill" was 2,700 yards. In time, I shot a few 68s that were probably more like 78s. You know how kids can be with mulligans.
THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE CAME THE SUMMER I WAS 12. My best friend's mom pulled me out of 4-H camp and drove me to the hospital. Dad had a huge scar on his head where they'd removed a brain tumor. He'd been sick for a while. Mom knew, but we thought it was just a cold.
DAD CAME HOME, TOLD US HE WAS GOING TO BE FINE, AND SLOWLY WE WATCHED HIM STRIPPED OF HIS INDEPENDENCE. His body and mind failed him. We got a call from the health-food store when he backed his car into a pole in the parking lot. With my mom preparing to start work as an elementary-school teacher, on top of all else, I couldn't ask her for rides to sports. So I fell deep into golf. I could walk to the course and didn't need anyone.
ON A DAY HE WAS ABLE, MY DAD TOOK ME TO SEE STEVE PRATER, THEN THE HEAD PRO AT BLACKSBURG COUNTRY CLUB, FOR A LESSON. The day my dad died, in our home, Steve called to tell me I was getting an honorary membership to Blacksburg Country Club. Which to me, at that time, felt like Augusta National.
STEVE'S SON AND I BECAME BEST FRIENDS. I'd sleep at their house, and we'd ride with his dad to the club in the morning. I was sad, but golf was a reason not to feel sorry for myself.
I PLAYED FOUR YEARS AT VIRGINIA COMMONWEALTH UNIVERSITY. My first pro event was on the Hooters Winter Series. I shot 71-66-75 to earn $975. Except for the $950 entry fee, it felt like the coolest thing ever. In the last round, I was paired with Will Wilcox. He'd get to the tour faster, but we stayed close.
AT ONE POINT, THE BIGGEST CHECK OF MY CAREER WAS $17,000 I MADE CADDIEING.This was for Wilcox when he finished tied for fourth at The Greenbrier Classic. A friend of our family, Stuart Swanson, a successful realtor who has been a second father to me as much as Prater, owned a cabin there. So Wilcox's regular caddie took the week off, and I took a break from missing cuts.
“My parents were hippies. None of us played golf.”
INSIDE THE ROPES ON THE PGA TOUR IS AN EXPERIENCE. But the revelation was seeing Wilcox stroll to the course 35 minutes before his tee time and barely hit balls afterward. I'd been planting myself at courses two hours before and after, grinding. That Sunday night, I drove to a Virginia State Open qualifier. Hadn't touched a club in a week, but it felt good sitting on a check for the next three months of entry fees. I shot 64.
LET'S JUMP BACK TO WHERE I STARTED THIS STORY. It's the spring of 2017, and I've made $4,800 through 10 events. On a long car drive I call my agent to tell him I'm quitting. He says I should talk to this sport psychologist, Dr. Greg Cartin.
SOON AFTER, I SHOOT 65 TO MAKE IT OUT OF U.S. OPEN LOCAL QUALIFYING. At sectionals, I wind up in a playoff for first-alternate against Tom Hoge, who hits it to three feet on the first hole. He goes to Erin Hills and doesn't get in; I carry that momentum into making my first cut in five events, then go to the Nashville Open. Fate.
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