About Us

I had been playing at golf for a couple of years, mostly city courses, two or three times a month.  I needed to reward the three top producers in my company, all of whom were much better golfers than I.  So I booked a three day, three course package.  I had never seen pictures of Pebble Beach Golf Links.  The first six holes are still foggy in my memory, I found the long grass and  over-my-head sand, but I will never forget looking down onto the #7 green.  It was so small and water everywhere, it looked impossible to me!  My shot landed on the second cut, I was dry and pleased with my boggy.   I felt good that I survived #7.  On the blind tee box of #8 I was told to stay left.  I hit a beautiful slice with my driver while all my buddies were safely to the left.  Words fail me...as I approached the edge of the cliff, the green turf seemed to have been sheared off, and a hundred feet or more below, the noise of the waves startled me.  The space between my ball and the opposing cliff felt immense, the flag: gauzy in morning mist.  The green looked to be 300 yards away (I later figured out that I was about 230 yards out).  Clearly undoable.  I had no club that I could hit far enough, but I looked at where my buddies were lining up their next shots, they were over 100 yards away, in the wrong direction.  So I took out my second hand 19 degree Bobby Jones (my comfort fairway wood) and hit the ball as hard as I could.  I was thrilled that the ball was up and straight, but I lost it in the mist.

I joined the others for the safe scenic tour around the bay.  Positive that I was in the water, I was looking for the drop zone when someone yelled out, "Whose ball is this?"  I was dead center, 16 feet below the pin, straight.  I learned something about myself that day, and I liked it!  We all have that one, greatest shot of our lives.  If I could go back in time, still with all the fear, doubt, and intimidation of that day, but with the putting skills I now have, I would go back to #8 and do everything exactly the same, except...write a 3 on my card instead of the 5 I recorded that day!

I have been quite good at many other sports in my life, and came to golf when I was too old to play anything else.  I have learned that this sport challenges, and rewards us in ways that no other sport can, and even though I will never be what I might have been had I started when I was in my prime, I can always be a better golfer than I was yesterday.  That quest led me to the short game and putting.  When I found Quintic Ball Roll I drove one thousand miles for a one hour session.  I learned more about my putting stroke in that one hour than in twenty five years of lessons and practice.  

I have had many more 'greatest shot of my life' since then, most of them on the green.