“Hi, I’m George Strait.”
“No s**t…” is what I almost said back as I shook the hand of a very tan man in the middle of the number 9 fairway at the Dominion Golf Club in San Antonio.
See, I’m kind of the Forest Gump of golf. It really is absurd the things I’ve gotten to do, the people I’ve met and the places I’ve been with a golf club in my hand. It is the great river that runs through my life. I’m not very good at it but the best friendships I have with the exception of one or two of my closest buddies were forged with stories exchanged over three-foot putts. And almost all these stories include Pat Green, as does this one.
I was once a member at Onion Creek Country Club here in Austin and with that came reciprocal privileges at their sister courses, one of which is Dominion. It was rare that I ever got to treat Pat to a round but this time it was on me and I was proud to host.
When we got to the first tee the starter recognized my guest and told us the group in front of us, a twosome already walking off the green, was none other than King George and his compadre. His house at the time was on a big ridge overlooking the course and this was where he spent most of his time when he wasn’t touring or otherwise traveling … Keep Reading