Last friday, I played with a very good friend of mine at Eagle Crest Golf Course in Southern California.

His name is David. We've been friends for 25+ years. He has not played competitive golf since high school. Or best yet has never played golf for a long long time (years).

When he was in high school, he played golf in the Varsity team. I believed he was a 2 HCP or even a scratch player. He was that good. His team mates called him the "The Gorilla" because of his massive long drive. His average drive was 270+ yards.

David also competed in the "Junior World Golf Championships" number of times. He remembered competing couple juniors who later turned professional golfer (the names scape me).

He had a great potential to turn pro. But after high school everything change.

He started working odd jobs and later got married and raised a family. Unfortunately the marriage didn't last long.

The failed marriage took away his confidence, dignity and self-estem. He has been in solitary life all this time.

Did I mentioned that my friend David has ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). Life has been tough on him and it's going to turn around soon.

For the past few months, he has set goals for himself. His biggest goal is to teach golf at a university.

In preparation, he work hard to lose weight and eating healthy food. He gain strength and endurance. I don't see him much but last friday he looks healthy.

Now you know about David.

On the first tee, Par 5, 470 yards.
I drove 225 yards in the middle of the fairway. David drove 220 yards in the leftside fairway.

Eventually I parred the first hole and David struggled for a double boggie.

Throughout the round I made good and bad ones (3 blown out holes) but not as bad as my good friend David.

At the end of the round, I shot 95 and David shot 110+. Not bad for him considering he has not play golf for ages.

Everytime he's upset about a bad shot, I keep reminding him that his game will come around soon.

The funny thing about him was that everytime he has a decent drive (220-230 yards) he would tell me and reminisce his high school days on how long he can hit the ball. He would say, "In my glory days..."

Thank you.
Joey