Bleacher Report - Articles by E Paul Lian

Tiger...We Need To Have A Talk

E Paul Lian — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 16:19:29 -0400

Tiger, we need to talk, I'll meet you in the kitchen in 10 minutes.

First off son, we need to establish some ground rules. You're here to be a listener. You can't respond, you can't get angry with my comments, you can't laugh. I want you to just sit there and listen; in a few days, let's get back together and then I'll give you a chance to respond.

Tiger, the game is up. Your actions at Turnberry over the weekend were embarrassing to me, Elin, Sam, Charlie and most importantly...to yourself. This can't go on any longer, you've worked too hard and been through too much; legions of golf fans around the world idolize your talent. If we can't get your anger management under control, you risk losing much of what you've accomplished.

Never forget, fame and adulation are very fleeting...here one day, gone the next.

And another thing, your public fits of anger and foul language have got to come to an end. The millions of fans who've come to adore you are sick and tired of watching you celebrate one moment and then kick your golf bag, curse and throw your clubs the next.

Golf fans the world over have come to respect you as a person. You haven't made a major error yet. You've achieved the ultimate package; a beautiful wife and family, financial wealth and success, you're known the world over as a fierce competitor, a champion on and off the golf course. You're not a drug addict, you're not an alcoholic, you don't chase women.

Tiger, this is crucial. We need to develop a few alternate ways for you to blow off steam on the golf course. Many champions have struggled with these same isssues. Some have overcome this weakness, others have failed and it's ruined their careers.

I've made a list of do's and don'ts for you, take it with you, study it, think about what I'm saying. Let's talk about it in a couple of days:

1. You and your caddie need to establish a new line of communication. Take your anger out on him, not your equipment; give him some credit; he knows more about you than you realize; he understands your competitive fire.

2. Learn a few new words that can be used in public. It's a simple solution, be creative, use your brain, not the gutter.

3. Show some self awareness; know when your're ready to blow, step back, relax, take a deep breath. Think about your daughter Sam for a minute, maybe Charlie, children have a tendency to calm a tense situation.

4. Be proud of whose you are...not who you are. All of us are placed on earth only for a brief time, don't waste moments of triumph with foolish public outbursts.

5. Buy yourself a punching bag. Take it with you to release steam AFTER your round is complete. Take your frustration out on the bag...not your equipment or the fans.

Tiger, I'm NOT giving up on you, most mature adults are very forgiving as long as they see progress. Tiger, you're a champion, you need to overcome these shortcomings.

The end result for you will be very gratifying. You'll still be a champion, and more importantly...you'll be a happier person.

Steve McNair and "The Whole Person Concept"

E Paul Lian — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 03:19:14 -0400

Before we bid Steve McNair farewell, let's try and learn something from this uncomfortable nightmare. The following comments are nothing new, just basic thoughts that apply to you, me and all of mankind.

The "whole person concept" simply teaches us that well rounded, complete personalities strive to do their best in all areas of their lives; in business, family relationships, volunteer efforts, and religious beliefs.

An excellent athlete achieves nothing if he fails to develop a value system that includes respect for others.

A world class musician has failed if he hasn't learned to treat his body and mind without polluting it with drugs and alcohol.

A business executive has failed if he doesn't adhere to a basic sense of fair play and honesty amongst his staff, clients and competitors.

How about doctors, lawyers, teachers, parents and others in American society? Everyone needs to examine their priorities and develop a list of values and a code of conduct by which to live their life.

Could Steve McNair still be alive today if his code of conduct would have included a statement regarding respect for his wedding vows? Would a wiser course of action include facing his marital difficulties like a mature adult, rather than an eighteen year old kid?

The list could go on and on. We don't need to chastise Steve McNair. Like in most situations, there's plenty of blame to spread around to all involved.

Maybe a solution for the future star athletes of the world, would include professional training and course work designed to teach them the "whole person concept." Let's not put Steve McNair in the far corner, of the last row at the cemetery and place a nondescript headstone on his grave.

Mr McNair excelled as a professional athlete, his charitable foundation evidently helped several people improve their lives.

He should still be with us.

Steve McNair: A Couple of Thoughts

E Paul Lian — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:50:47 -0400

What am I missing?

Each time these tragedies occur, I ask myself a few questions:

1. Is it another racial incident?

2. Is society to blame?

3. How could this happen to a premier athlete?

4. How could this have been prevented?

5. Is it time to come down hard on misbehavior?

I am one who admires athletes who get to the top of the ladder. The hard work, dedication, motivation, and pure athletic talent are all enviable talents and skills. By any definition, Steve McNair got to the top of the ladder.

When a Michael Phelps gets caught being in the wrong place at the wrong time, do we just forgive and forget?

The proliferation of NFL stars who have recently been killed by bullets seems to be a never ending dilemma. The incidents of drug abuse continues to overshadow most sports.

Let's address the issue of "misbehavior." News reports indicate Steve McNair was a married man with four young children. Do we excuse his behavior for "being in the wrong place, at the wrong time?" Should we, as a country, come down hard on him for neglecting his parental duties?

Most reports are lavishing praise on him for being a "warrior." What kind of a 36 year old warrior runs around on his wife and family? Should we as a nation ridicule this man as a selfish, misguided individual who got what he deserved? Does maturity ultimately kick in for these guys, helping them to make good decisions?

Maybe it's time the United States says, "enough is enough." Here's a man who supposedly had everything he could ever want; money, fame, fortune, and adulation. Isn't it time we make a statement about personal behavior?

Do Steve McNairs' circle of friends deserve some blame? If they truly cared about him like they say, shouldn't one of them have stepped forward with some sage advice?

This writer is tired of these same ugly stories being repeated over and over again. Who won in this nightmare? Not Steve McNair, certainly not his wife and children. The NFL is embarrassed once again. The entire sports world has another black eye.

Tubby Smith, The Barn and Golden Gopher Basketball

E Paul Lian — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 18:54:11 -0400

Is it too early to start talking college hoops?

I don't think so.

Let's take a look at one of the premier basketball schools in the nation: The University of Minnesota Golden Gophers.

Coached by Tubby Smith, the Golden Gophers are already preparing for a season ripe with promise.

First off, the Golden Gophers play in Williams Arena, often referred to as "The Barn." This facility got its start back in 1922, and after several improvements, now ranks again amongst the top college sports venues in the country.

When a fan steps into this facility, goose bumps are prevalent. The noise factor during a Gopher spurt is deafening, as the 14,000 fans threaten to blow the roof off.

The sight lines are what makes this arena so special. Fans sit right on top of the action, and the raised floor sets the stage to feature some of the top college basketball talent in America.

Any prospective recruit who is trying to decide what school to attend is given a tour of "The Barn." It's no wonder the Gophers are again signing some of the most sought after basketball talent in the country.

A couple of 6'10" sophomore players are returning for the 2009-10 season. Colton Iverson and Ralph Sampson III have Gopher fans drooling with excitement. Both of these young men are adding weight, muscle, and maturity in order to take the next step into the limelight.

Several quick, sharp shooting role players will make the Golden Gophers another definite threat for Big Ten honors and the school's second straight NCAA Tournament appearance.

The cog that brings this all together is Head Coach Tubby Smith, who is heading into his third season at Minnesota. Smith recently turned down several other college and NBA job offers to continue building what he started. The fans, and many in the media, have turned Smith, his wife, and family into the darlings of Minnesota.

The combination of talent, coaching and a rabid fan base have Golden Gopher basketball fans chomping at the bit for the season to get started.

ESPN vs. NBC: Comparisons from Bethpage Black

E Paul Lian — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 09:14:59 -0400

NBC and ESPN are NOT in competition for the best broadcasting award at the 2009 U.S. Open at Bethpage. The inevitable comparisons are being made, however, so let's spice things up and evaluate their efforts.

In my opinion, NBC and its crack golf team win hands down. Johnny Miller and Dan Hicks have no peers in PGA Tour broadcasting.

Mr. Hicks is the consummate professional, articulate, and well-informed with an affable nature about him. He could easily fit in anyone's recreation room eating snacks, telling stories, and enjoying the golf.

Johnny Miller continues his excellent work. Miller is about the only PGA Tour player who has successfully made the transition to the broadcast booth. His comments are made with professionalism, accuracy, and help the viewers understand the pressures of major tournament golf.

The technical staff at NBC also do a tremendous job. The video introductions to Bethpage are remarkable. The selected music seems to hit the right chords time and time again. Their camera angles show exactly what the viewers are expecting.

The on-course commentators are also superb. Dottie Pepper, Roger Maltbie, and Gary Koch have all "been there," and seem to be able to explain the situation without confusing the viewer.

Peter Jacobson can't escape this review. He has crafted a Tour image of being a jokester, even though he has an enviable record as a competitor. Jacobson has an excellent speaking voice, his expertise is impressive, and he delivers an aggressive commentary. Peter has a very bright future in the broadcast booth.

Jacobson needs to solve his identity crisis though when it comes to his analysis; is he a comedian or a serious golf analyst? His NBC work is improving rapidly. He'll need to decide very quickly what image he wants to project to his viewers.

ESPN still seems to be in awe of being selected by the PGA to broadcast our national tournament. Their performance at the 2009 Master's was hindered by a lack of professionalism. They were too excited at just "being there" to give an objective view of the action. This attitude seems to have carried over to Bethpage.

Mike Terrico at the anchor desk is tolerable, but he's too tied to Monday Night Football to be believable. Curtis Strange doesn't have the speaking voice viewers crave in their announcers. It's just too difficult to listen to Curtis for any length of time.

Andy North gets high marks for his accurate analysis and professional presentation. Viewers are beginning to detect a personality conflict, however, between North and Scott Van Pelt. At times, this conflict borders on being embarrassing. They probably shouldn't be teamed together.

Everyone seems to enjoy Chris Berman, although he doesn't add any serious golf expertise. ESPN probably needs to keep him busy until the football season starts.

In closing, these two networks have the enviable task of broadcasting our nations' premier golfing event. In future years, the broadcast networks should decide if two is better than one.

Curtis Strange, ESPN and The US Open

E Paul Lian — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 14:16:29 -0400

How does ESPN continue to justify having Curtis Strange serve as a television commentator for its U S Open telecasts?

The first criteria for any sports announcer is to have an "easy" voice for the viewers to listen too. With Strange, his voice is definitely "annoying". It's too harsh, too guttural, too raspy and not fit for broadcasting.

Maybe ESPN continues to employ Mr Strange because he's the only living back to back winner of a U S Open. That accomplishment certainly gets Strange into the ESPN interview room. After listening to his first answer though, the interviewer should have said:

"NEXT".

Maybe ESPN keeps him around because of his insightful views on swing thoughts, course management and overall tournament knowledge. This writer suggests these qualities are a dime a dozen amongst any number of golf announcers, or past competitors. One name that comes to mind is former U S Amateur Champion John Harris. The guy is good, give him a chance.

Sometimes an announcer can make up for his shortcomings with a clever sense of humor. Here again, Strange has yet to bring a smile to most viewers faces. Bland, glum and uninteresting are words that come to mind.

Maybe it's only a matter of his employment being part of the "good ol' boys" network. If that is the case, there is no defense.

In closing, this writer admires all competitors who reach the pinnacle of career success. It seems the broadcast executives in most sports falsely assume these champions can easily move into the announcers booth. It takes a well spoken, articulate person with a golden voice to duplicate their on course success.

Keep looking ESPN, that person is out there...somewhere.

Minnesota Vikings To Brett Favre: Thanks, but No Thanks

E Paul Lian — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 16:01:42 -0400

The most successful sports franchises have one thing in common...they have executive leadership talent at the top. It's time for the Minnesota Vikings' front office to step up to the plate and make some obvious personnel decisions.

"Thanks but no thanks," would be a place to start with Brett Favre.

How many months have the loyal Vikings fans been taken advantage of with this "will he or won't he" mantra for the 2009 season? Show some leadership guys, make a decision that's in the best interests of Brett Favre, his teammates, the Vikings organization, and all Vikings fans.

Brett Favre's best days are behind him. He hasn't played to his high standards in several years. He needs some help in being pushed out the door.

Former head coach Bud Grant used to scold the media by answering their Monday morning question of who will be starting at quarterback on Sunday with a simple:

"I don't make decisions until I have to...I'll let you know on Saturday."

Saturday has arrived for the Vikings. Cut the strings to Brett Favre, move on, start preparing NOW for a championship season. Show some executive leadership.

Leave Our Shaq, "The Big Cactus"...Alone!

E Paul Lian — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 08:10:56 -0400

Those of us in the Phoenix Metropolitan area have one thing to say to the Cleveland Cavs:

"Leave our Shaq alone!"

Shaq arrived in Phoenix 18 months ago and promptly held up four fingers, signifying he was here to win another World Championship. That hasn't happened yet, but this human dynamo has definitely made his mark in the High Sonoran Desert.

Upon arrival, Shaq told everyone his nickname was "The Diesel." He drove all over Phoenix in his big, black, beautiful 18 wheeler. When Shaq goes out for dinner, everyone knows it.

Suns fans still roar with approval seeing Shaq, the Big Cactus, lead a fast break; pity the poor defender who gets in his way.

What FUN it is to see Shaq power slam a rebound through the basket and then run full bore to the other end of the court. His diving into the crowd to save an errant pass always makes the ESPN highlight reel...and draws roars from the home town fans.

Shaq's devotion to law enforcement is legendary. It didn't take him more than a few weeks to don a badge and throw his considerable weight and influence behind the Phoenix Police Department. He's been an exemplary citizen.

Is it Shaq's fault the Suns' win-loss record took a nose dive upon his arrival? Is it Shaq's fault Terry Porter lasted only a few weeks as the Head Coach before being fired? Is it Shaq's fault Suns General Manager Steve Kerr gets ridiculed for acquiring Shaq, and in the process, dismantled a perennial playoff team?

Do the Cleveland Cavaliers want to risk all of the above, in hopes of winning their first NBA title?

Think about it Cleveland...then decide to leave our Shaq alone.

Would You Want Your Son To Play for John Calipari?

E Paul Lian — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 01:18:38 -0400

The question of the day is simply this: Does John Calipari belong in college coaching?

Here's another situation that begs our attention. How can the NCAA continue to look the other way when these allegations of impropriety continue to pop up with these big name Division-One coaches?

Coach Calipari and his staff allegedly ran the University of Memphis basketball program into the ground, then they slipped out the back door unscathed and found another willing suitor waiting for their services—for a substantial raise in salary no less.

Why doesn't the NCAA step in like other regulatory agencies and forbid Calipari from ever coaching again until these charges are either proven or dismissed? If he's proven guilty, treat him like anyone else; suspend him for a year, fine him substantially, and if it happens again, ban him for life.

Get their attention people. Your current method of wearing mittens to a boxing match isn't working.

It's way past the time for the NCAA to put a stop to this unethical behavior. The list of coaches who've shamed themselves, their families, and universities is almost too long to list.

Why do the student-athletes have to comply with strict standards, but the people in charge of the programs get away unpunished?

The current climate in Division-One sports is shameful. It's getting to the point the whole system will be at risk until the NCAA steps up to the plate and puts some teeth into their coaching standards.

It takes a leader with some backbone to institute the necessary changes.

Cardinals Repeat In The West...Finish 10 - 6

E Paul Lian — Fri, 15 May 2009 11:44:46 -0400

Cancel the 2009 season...word has just filtered in, the Arizona Cardinals have already defended their Western Division Championship.

By winning their final three games against the Detroit Lions, St. Louis Rams and the Green Bay Packers, the beloved Cardinals finished the season with a 10-6 record, a one game improvement over 2008.

It might be fun to relive some of the most exciting moments from this past year.

First off, the opening home victory over the 49ers and their new coach, Mike Singletary, proved what most Cards' fans already knew...they would be in for a tough, nasty defense of their title.

The following weeks seemed to trade one victory with one defeat. Midway through the year, the Cardinals were a lackluster 4 - 4...the fans were starting to grumble.

Coach Ken Whisenhunt would stable the ship and implore his players and the fans to stay patient; the best was yet to come.

Whisenhunt looked like genius as the Cardinals ripped off a home victory over the Seahawks and an infrequent road win over the hapless Rams in St Louis. When the front running Minnesota Vikings arrived at the University of Phoenix Stadium on December 6th, the sellout crowd implored the Cardinals to their best effort of the year.

A raucous on field celebration occurred when the final gun sounded.

This exciting victory was followed by an unexpected loss to the revenge minded 49ers at Candlestick Park in San Francisco. The fight on the team charter on the way back to Sky Harbor International caused the tensions to escalate.

Team owner Bill Bidwill calmly asked everyone to sit down and be quiet. To the surprise of everyone, the Cards followed directions to a tee. Mr Bidwill became an instant hero to all involved.

The Cards were sitting in a tie with the 49ers, both sporting identicle 7-6 records with just three games to play. Coach Whisenhunt called a closed door team meeting, everyone was curious who the guest speaker was going to be.

After a slight delay, the doors opened and in walked the aforementioned team owner, Bill Bidwill. Dressed in his customary bolero tie and bright Cardinal red sport coat, Bidwill astounded everyone when he gave an ultimatum:

"Win the final three games fellas, or there will be hell to pay".

The rest is history, the Cardinals dismantled the Detroit Lions and polished off the regular season with easy home victories over the Rams and Green Bay Packers. The Packer game was noteworthy as Brett Favre evidently played his last game in his familiar green and gold Packers' jersey.

The boisterous crowd gave him only a smattering of applause as the final horn sounded. After the game, Favre indicated he would make a statement regarding his future, later in the week.

Favre did not dispel the rumors that he is considering an ownership, playing, coaching role with the new Global Arena Football League in Bejing, China. The league is tentatively scheduled to open league operations in the Spring of 2011.

The Cardinals will be enjoying a week off until they open defense of their 2008 NFC Championship. All tickets have been sold.

How Long Will Matt Leinart be Content to Ride the Bench?

E Paul Lian — Mon, 11 May 2009 20:25:40 -0400

The 2009 version of the Arizona Cardinals will begin the year riding the momentum of their Cinderella trip to the '09 Super Bowl. Head Coach Ken Whisenhunt will have his hands full, right from the beginning, trying to find the keys to duplicate last season's NFC championship. Here are a few of the hurdles:

First off, the Cardinals will have to address the ever present quarterbacking issue.

Can Kurt Warner's thirty-eight-year-old body hold up to another year of pounding? Can celebrity back-up quarterback Matt Leinart continue to be satisfied watching from the sidelines? Will the departure of Edgerrin James be tougher to replace than originally thought? Can the Ohio State rookie, Chris "Beanie" Wells, progress fast enough to be a contributor?

When these issues are combined with a few question marks on the defensive side, Cardinals season ticket holders have every right to be concerned. Seventeen year season ticket holder, Dick Foote, speaks for many when he says Warner's health will be the key issue:

"Without experienced leadership from Warner, the Cardinals could have difficulty repeating as Western Division champions".

Foote is also concerned about team motivation. "Traditionally the losing team in the Super Bowl has had an extremely difficult job of getting back the following season".

Kurt Warner underwent off-season hip surgery. All reports indicate he will have a full and complete recovery. Until he is tested under regular season game conditions, Matt Leinart better be prepared. Warner's history of shoulder, arm and knee problems provide no guarantee he can be counted on for a complete sixteen game season.

Leinart has yet to distinguish himself as a starting quarterback in the NFL. Astute observers still cringe when he throws his lazy sideline passes that seem prone to interceptions. He seems to lack the zip on the ball that's necessary to hit Larry Fitzgerald in full stride on a post pattern.

Leinart's arm strength to complete a crucial down field pass to Anquan Boldin hasn't been tested over any significant length of time. It remains to be seen whether Leinart has fully regained his form after suffering a painful season ending fracture of his collarbone two seasons ago.

The Cardinals decision to jettison Edgerrin James has opened the door to top draft pick Chris Wells and second year player Tim Hightower. Wells could make Cardinals fans forget James in a heartbeat.

Hightower had a promising rookie season that still has Cardinals fans buzzing. Both of these players possess the NFL speed required of top flight running backs. They could take the pressure off the passing game and add explosive speed from anywhere on the field.

The Cardinals defensive team will start the year basking in their post season success from a year ago. The loss of lineman Antonio Smith and Defensive Coordinator Clancy Pendergast could bring them back to reality in short order. The new coordinator will have to institute his defensive scheme with no time to waste.

Many observers predict the Cardinals will have a stronger defensive unit in 2009 simply from having had the experience of playing together last year. The defensive backs have been strengthened by the draft and the linebacking corps is motivated to improve it's overall efficiency.

The Arizona Cardinals have announced another sellout of all home games for the 2009 season. Their enthusiastic fan base can't wait for the opening game against the 49ers on September 10th at University of Phoenix Stadium.

Anyone Up For a Quick 18 at St. Andrews?

E Paul Lian — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 20:52:22 -0400

At some point in a golfer's life, a trip to Scotland and Ireland is a "must". Recently, I decided the timing was right to head across the pond, to see what all the fuss was about. Is it possible for a trip of this stature to exceed expectations? Let me try and explain...please read on.

First off, a little background is in order. I've been blessed with the god given talent to hit a golf ball. I can hit a nice five iron when I need it; a screaming two iron from a couple hundred yards out is always a reliable choice. My driver and three wood are generally pretty accurate. On some days, I can even be a formidable putter.

I played to a USGA 7.4 for most of my fifty year amateur career. I've loved the game; the courses, the natural beauty, the thrill of competition, the mental challenges, the people...everything about it.

As I was planning my itinerary for this trip, it became readily apparent I'd need to make several important and critical decisions. I decided in order to get the most out of my adventure, I would need to make it a solo expedition. Some days I knew I would want to play golf from sun-up to sun-down, other days I might not want to play at all; some days might include sightseeing, other days a long sleepy morning.

I would need flexibility...more importantly...I couldn't expect my golf buddies to put up with my ever changing schedule.

My travel history has included several vacations with my wife, fellow golfers, other friends...sometimes by myself. I wasn't the least bit concerned at travelling with just my golf clubs in an unfamiliar country...who drive on the wrong side of the road no less.

My departure day from Sky Harbor International in Phoenix finally arrived and off I went to Gatwick in London. My two day, one night stay in London included the London Philharmonic performing at the Royal Festival Hall, my hotel of choice was at the exquisite Dorchester, with a memorable "after concert" evening, spent at the hotel bar. My debut was off to a flying start !

Bright and early the next morning I was at the London train station to board the high speed train for the three-and-a-half-hour trip to Edinburgh, Scotland. A good pal of mine had recommended this particular jaunt...it turned out to be an absolute delight. Fast, smooth, comfortable and scenic.

The bright, yellow mustard fields were in full bloom, each community along the way was marked by a church steeple pointing skyward. The European train system is very impressive indeed.

In Edinburgh, my rental car was waiting for me, I double-checked my route...and headed off to my first stop...a two hour drive away to The Old Course at St. Andrews.

I hadn't made any advanced tee times as I didn't want to take space away from someone else if I happened to be a no-show. I knew full well, I would need some good fortune, in order to play some of these premier courses.

As luck would have it, St. Andrews would start the next day with a Four Ball, meaning people like me, without a tee time, could just show up and play on a first come first served basis. Over dinner that night, my waitress told me to get there early, be first in line and I would have no trouble. She was exactly right. Later on, she would arrange lodging for me at a nifty Bed & Breakfast, for about $30, three blocks from St Andrews.

I should interject at this time, I was already experiencing the Scottish hospitality that I had heard so much about. The people I was meeting were polite, friendly, and more importantly, shared the same love of golf that I did. Golfers seem to know other golfers, we can't hide our enthusiasm.

The banging of the shutters on my B & B woke me up at about 4:30 AM. Much to my chagrin, I was faced with a nasty, cold rainy morning...not ideal golfing weather. I gave myself a pep talk:

"Come on Paul, you're on a golf trip, get up and get going...you're at St Andrews".

I finally sauntered over to the starter's shack, I was the first one there...no one else would be foolish enough to play under these conditions.

Before long, however, the rain stopped, the skies cleared and I met my other three players, an attorney from Southern California and two gents from London. We got our assigned caddies and the excitement started to build.

Our group was first on the tee at 7 a.m. sharp. We had fifty other players and caddies watching us, I was relieved when my first drive split the fairway, 250 yards out.

We would soon discover we were playing St Andrews at a perfect time, about two months before the Open...the grandstands were all in place, the course was in immaculate condition...it was a dream come true, to be finally playing at the "Home of Golf".

Three and a half hours hours later, the four of us and our caddies were walking up eighteen, already reminiscing about our, "round of a lifetime". At seventeen, we had our picture taken on the Swilken Bridge, with none other than Peter Alliss, the world renowned British broadcaster.

Mr. Alliss was filming a promotional video for the upcoming Open Championship, he was more than happy to lend his smiley face to our group.

I shot a very respectable 41-41 which included birdies on two and nine. A triple bogey on a front side par five, was the only real blemish.

After golf and a nap, it was time for a good old fashioned American style pizza at Ziggy's, a well known local bistro in the picturesque village of St. Andrews. As I was entering the highlights of the day in my journal, the couple at the next table over, took an interest in what I was doing and started a nice chat...about golf, of all things.

Jeremie and his girlfriend, Lorraine were on holiday from Forres, Scotland, a small town along the northern coastline. One thing led to another and Jeremie suggested we play his golf course in about a week. Lorraine immediately got on her cell phone and arranged lodging for me at her parents' Bed & Breakfast...for $23. I immediately accepted their offer.

My trip was unfolding exactly like I had envisioned...playing golf, meeting the locals, having the time of my life.

Next on my agenda was Carnoustie, known to some as, "The Beast." I checked in at the Carnoustie Hotel overlooking the golf course. It offered a guaranteed tee time, dinner and breakfast, with a swimming pool, sauna and whirlpool all included for a reasonable fee.

Dinner that evening in the clubhouse featured a Japanese fellow who was beside himself at meeting an American (me), who played golf. Through broken English, we traded stories, laughed, drank scotch, and polished off dinner with a fine cigar.

He made a pledge that night he would watch me tee off at 10:00 AM the next morning from his hotel room balcony. I completely forgot about his promise until I heard some loud cheering, just after my first drive went whistling down the fairway. We exchanged a long distance "high five!"

I played Carnoustie on May 21st, my 55th birthday. A couple of Carnousties' finest members, Derrick and George, joined me for the round. George was the resident historian and pointed out the "Nicklaus Bunker" on hole No. 10 and several other unique aspects of this historic course.

A celebratory birthday dinner at Gleneagles, just a short ninety minute drive away, completed another terrific day. How good can life get?

Wait a minute...it gets better.

Before leaving Carnoustie the next morning, it was important for me to find a local church service to attend. The National Church of Scotland was nearby, I became intriqued when I noticed the large crowd.

The residents of Carnoustie were turning out enmass, dressed in their Sunday finest. I ended up sitting next to a stunning, seventy-five year old women, with shimmering blue eyes. We got introduced, I could tell immediately she was a golfer, her steady, firm handshake gave herself away. She would tell me later on she was a Past President of the Carnoustie Ladies Club. During the church service, we sang the hymns together in unison...with a strong, heartfelt conviction...it was another thrilling experience.

We'll have to fast forward a bit. My trip was progressing famously, each day was better than the previous one. Ian and Duncan, a father-son combo at Cruden Bay, on Scotland's Northeast coastline, were excited to have me join them at their remarkable, seaside golf course. Some of their views resembled the best at Pebble Beach. Awesome !

Jeremie, Lorraine and her parents couldn't do enough for me during my visit to Forres. Their golf course was cut out of a beautiful forest, with lakes and streams highlighting several holes. Jeremie arranged the guest green fee for me for $6.50. A Guiness and cheeseburger on a freshly baked bun was Jeremies' final gift. Delicious !

The highly touted Royal Dornoch course in Dornoch, Scotland was next on the horizon. It certainly deserves a few comments.

The American Industrialist, Andrew Carnegie, fell in love with the Dornoch area in the mid 1850's. Mr. Carnegie decided to finance a golf course that would rival the best courses in the world.

PGA Tour champion, Tom Watson, would later describe Royal Dornoch as his favorite course he's ever played. The Open tournament officials say that if it weren't for it's remote location, Royal Dornoch would be added to the Open rotation.

With these accolades and impeccable reputation, I couldn't wait to see this fabulous layout. I hired a caddy, Mr Andrew McCleoud, who the locals told me was one of the best around. Mr McCleoud was a retired, 77-year- old gentleman who epitomized the best of Scottish golf...polite and like-able, he loved and respected our great game. He was a true gentleman in every sense of the word.

Mr McCleoud turned out to be an absolute gem, he knew Royal Dornoch like the back of his hand. He sized up my game after just a few swings and accurately told me what club to hit, what bounces to avoid and how my putts would break on the greens. We got along famously; I can still hear his beautiful Scottish brogue.

The gorse at Royal Dornoch was in full bloom. This bright, yellow creation would welcome us at each turn. My golf swing that day led to several good shots, some even bringing a smile to Mr. McCleoud's face.

My putter failed me though, several three putt greens brought me in with an 87. A smooth single malt scotch and some fun golf conversation in the clubhouse, brought another memorable day to a close.

After Royal Dornoch, this kid needed a break from golf, a leisurely drive through the Scottish landscape broke up whatever monotony was creeping in.

The Inverlochy Castle in Fort William provided my wife Chris and I with a memorable stay a few years earlier, I couldn't help but to stop in to relive some of those magic moments.

The Scottish Highlands are a photographers dream. It wasn't unusual to hear bagpipes playing as you turned a corner in this fabulous part of the world. The lakes, streams and forests seemed to get better with each passing mile. A tasty dinner at a restored castle was just what the doctor ordered.

After a long drive, The Rectory, a pretty cool Bed & Breakfast in Campbellstown, provided me with a comfortable bed for the night. Everyone in Scotland seems to be connected to golf. The owners of the Rectory went on to proudly tell me how their grandpa was a former golf pro at Macrahanish, the site of the next days golf game. Little did I realize what a thrill was in store for me.

Macrahanish was another course that came highly recommended. My golf buddies all encouraged me to make the effort to get to this remote location. The golf books would describe Macrahanish as being designed by "God" himself. Little if any dirt was moved during construction.

Hole No. 1 has the distinction of being named the "toughest opening par four in the world". A player needs to navigate a treacherous opening tee shot over the ocean in order to reach the fairway.

I fell in love with Macrahanish right from the beginning. The bright yellow flags would be waving in the breeze. The rolling fairways were in mint condition, the views along the coastline were spectacular.

I thought I was playing by myself that day, in reality, my partner was "God". We had the greatest time. The fact I shot a nifty 39-39 didn't hurt the cause.

After the round, a brief chat with Mr. Ken Campbell, the golf pro, was followed by lunch in the clubhouse. I was due in Glasgow in a couple of hours to catch a flight to Dublin, where this adventure would continue for another ten days.

I'm not sure when, if ever, I might return to Scotland. I'm tempted to let her stand...right where she is.

The word "magnificent" seems like an understatement.

Gary Player...Right or Wrong?

E Paul Lian — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 02:03:05 -0400

Don't get me wrong, I love Gary Player.

I love the way he keeps himself in tip-top physical condition. I love the way he has conducted himself over his brilliant career. I love his competitive spirit. I think he's been an extraordinary credit to the game of golf.

One thing however, is starting to bug me.

Why did he have to play this year?

I'm afraid the answer is pretty weak. He simply wanted to knock Arnie out of the Masters record book by participating in his 52nd Masters.

Lou Holtz resigned at Notre Dame so he wouldn't break the all time won-loss record of Knute Rockne. Holtz felt Rockne was Notre Dame football, not himself.

The Masters is Arnie's tournament, not Gary Player's. It's America's tournament, not South Africa's. The old adage, "discretion is the better part of valor", would seem to apply in this situation.

I'm afraid Mr Player has tarnished...not enhanced...his image with the golf fans of the world.

Hello...Is Anyone with the Diamondbacks Listening?

E Paul Lian — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 23:52:09 -0400

I need to ventilate. I'm mad as hell and I can't take it anymore.

We're only a couple games into the season and the mistakes of the past few years are already being repeated.

It all starts at the top—fire Bob Melvin.

I've been telling my D-Back buddies this for three years. He's not a leader and commands no respect from his players or the fans.

His low key, do nothing approach wouldn't be tolerated in rookie ball much less in the major leagues. We need a manager who can get his players motivated to play at their highest levels, every day....not once a week.

Whoever our general manager is, also needs to have a career change. The current crop of tattoo artists he hired needs to be shown the door. It's no secret people who rely on tattoos for their identities suffer from extremely low self esteem. These types do well in circus freak shows, not on major league baseball rosters.

How are we supposed to cheer for and identify with second baseman Felipe Lopez? Has management requested he wear long sleeve shirts to partially hide his ink?

The reliever, Jon Rauch, looks like he belongs in prison. His stats were bad last year and are not looking any better this season.

Get rid of them both.

We need some high quality athletes on our team, some champions if you will, not some two-bit thugs.

Is the GM the guy, or is it Melvin, who sets the team appearance standards? How can Dan Haren pitch effectively with his hair and beard flapping in the wind?

Same goes for Eric Byrnes. Come to the ball park well groomed guys, or don't show up. A decent haircut and shave would be a nice place to start. Look like a major leaguer, not some immature punk kid.

Somebody light a fire under Conor Jackson and Mark Reynolds. Both of these guys are giving minimal efforts, and no one is pushing them. Reynolds doesn't seem to know the fundamentals of the game, his poor-throwing habits belong in the minor leagues. Jackson doesn't seem to understand the concept of concentration, it's why he's so inconsistent.

Both players can be coached up, but Melvin sits by and lets these guys languish in the field, hoping things will get better.

We need an action guy as our manager, not milk toast.

Our front office needs to take some action too. Greg Schulte on the radio broadcasts is the lone bright spot, he's a pro, he gives me a reason to listen. On the other hand, Deron Sutton and Mark Grace are embarrasingly amateurish. Get rid of them both. Find professional play-by-play broadcasters, not some washed up former ball players.

Come on guys, this is the major leagues, the big time. Start running your enterprise like you actually care. Tell Grace and Sutton to back off their assinine "Red Days", or whatever they're called. It's childish and immature, and an affront to us fans.

One last thing, I refuse to buy a Diamondback ticket until management shows some courage and addresses these concerns. Don't throw away another season. Be bold. Take some decisive action to improve the product.

If It's Monday...it Must Be Cooperstown

E Paul Lian — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 22:05:35 -0400

This kid is having a hard time leaving his childhood behind.

I've been a life long baseball fan, carrying a dream of visiting all of these new ballparks from around this great country of ours.

Recently, I decided to put my business on cruise control, pack a duffel bag, include a box of fine cigars, throw my clubs in, fire up the "Red Beast," and head east on I 10 out of Scottsdale, AZ.

Trust me folks...the satellite radio in my bright, red Mazda Miata was pounding out the best hits from the 60's...the top was down...the weather was clear...I didn't have a care in the world!

Before we continue...a little background might be helpful. I grew up cheering for the Minnesota Twins, attending numerous games at the old Metropolitan Stadium in Bloomington...later on, at the Metro Dome in downtown Minneapolis.

I learned to admire and appreciate the skills of all these major leaguers who'd pass through town, from Mickey Mantle, Sandy Koufax, Ted Williams, Hank Aaron, Luis Aparicio and Nellie Fox, to name a few. Our own hometown heroes of Harmon Killebrew, Zoilo Versalles, Bob Allison, Earl Battey and Tony Oliva added to the mix.

What a thrill it was to attend batting practice and infield practice prior to the games.

To see the major leaguers turn a 6-4-3 double play was a thing of beauty. To watch hitters straighten out a nasty curve ball with a single to center field was a remarkable athletic achievement.

My appetite for ballpark food was just as voracious...I could easily eat four Peter's hot dogs and wash 'em down with a couple of beers in one setting. Life was good...it was GREAT fun!

Now, on with my adventure.

I'm one who doesn't like alot of structure, I had a general itinerary in mind for this trip but I had made no advance reservations, I didn't buy any advance tickets. If necessary, I was prepared to pull an all nighter...or I could just pull over and catch a few winks.

My first stop was the Texas Rangers' ballpark in Arlington, TX. If you haven't been there, put it on your list.

This is a GREAT ballpark, well designed, colorful, plenty of parking with a very cool, little league look-a-like stadium for all to enjoy. The life sized Nolan Ryan bronze statute welcomes all fans. My first GIANT, grilled, turkey leg, smothered with bar-b- que sauce was all I needed for dinner. Pudge Rodriguez hit a grand slam that night to lead the Rangers to victory.

I always like to work the crowds and shake a few hands along the way...these Texans were FUN, polite and passionate about their Rangers.

My trip was off to an excellent start!

Enron Field in Houston, (yes...Enron Field at that time) was next on my horizon.

The "Red Beast" performed like a champion and got me to Houston in good shape after a quick jaunt down the freeway from Dallas. Enron Field and the Astros had never really caught my eye, so I caught only a few innings, checked out the stadium and headed to New Orleans.

We arrived in the "Big Easy" about 3:00 AM...I was in the mood to gamble a bit, maybe play a slight game of chance...see if I might reimburse my trip expenses which, at that time, amounted to about $250.00.

Harrahs Casino provided the venue...I picked up a quick $490 in just a few minutes.

I promptly cashed out and headed to Biloxi, MS, using my profits to pay for a four day, three night stay at a beach front hotel.

Biloxi hosted me during my Air Force days at Keesler AFB, so I was well equipped to enjoy my old stomping grounds. Biloxi is home to several excellent seafood bistros, I devoured the ciappino one night, creole shrimp the next and oysters-on-the-half-shell...this was my idea of a good time!

As I was heading on to my next destination, Atlanta for the All Star Game, I happened to see a sign advertising one of the premier golf courses on the Bobby Jones Alabama Golf Trail. I was up for a round of golf, so I turned off the freeway and quickly found a game in Opaleika, AL at the stunning Grand National golf complex. I got matched up with an attorney from the Federal Reserve Bank, in Washington, D.C. We played a quick 18 in hot, muggy weather, on beautifully, well manicured grounds.

Grand National was preparing to host the NCAA Golf Championship so it was in immaculate condition; this is a first class operation in every respect. The golf staff was excellent and well versed in customer relations. I'd recommend it to any golfer.

After golf, it was time for the one hour drive into Atlanta, just enough time to find the stadium, get a safe parking spot, buy a ticket and regroup. I found a guy willing to accept my $150 in exchange for a box seat, fifteen rows from the field.

Inside the ball park I was seated next to a husband - wife team from a small town in Alabama...as luck would have it, they were just as passionate about their baseball as I was. We cheered loudly for Torii Hunter of the Twins, when he robbed Barry Bonds of a first inning home run with a leaping, over the wall center field catch.

All in all, this day and night included everything I enjoy...baseball, golf, new friends and tasty ball park food.

Next on the agenda was Augusta National, for a couple of souviniers.

My plan was to simply drive in and park near the clubhouse, walk in, shop and leave.

Well, this was Augusta National and the security guards had a little different idea.

Turns out I had to park in a separate area, call the Pro Shop, tell them what I wanted, give them my credit card number and then the staff would drive down in a golf cart and deliver the goods directly to me. I selected a wrist watch featuring the Master's logo...later on I got it engraved...it made for a terrific momento.

Washington D.C., Baltimore and Camden Yards were inviting me in for the next leg of my journey. I had heard from several sources that Camden Yards was the premier baseball facility in the country.

I had also heard about Boog Powell's Roast Beef sandwiches, dripping with juices, fresh from his Webber Grills. I made sure my hearty appetite was ready for this beauty. Trust me folks...you can't go wrong with Boog's $9.95 production which includes a touch of horseradish and cole slaw...a good, cold beer tops it off.

Boog sits on his chair giving autographs and makes small talk with the fans waiting in line for their sandwich. I hear Boog generates a high six figure annual stipend from his concession...more power to him...there's nothing like the good 'ol American free enterprise system.

My seat at Camden Yards was way up in the top deck, with a panoramic view of Baltimore. The people seated next to me were terrific, a boyfriend/girlfriend combo in their early 30's, she was an attractive attorney based in D.C., he was a businessman and ardent baseball fan.

After getting introduced, they were generally interested in my trip, so much so, they invited me to join them at their reserved seats at Shirly Povich Field the next day in Bethesda, MD. This minor league park was named after the legendary sportswriter for the Washington Post. Mr Povich had recently passed away, his associates and friends raised $800,000 to build a nifty ballpark in his honor.

My new friends insisted I get there early so they could introduce me to the owner of the ballclub, meet the manager, the coaches and the Public Address announcer. With a break in the action, the P.A. man invited me in to his booth to do an interview about my trip, with about 800 fans listening...I reluctanly agreed !

A person would do himself a disservice by not spending some extra time in our nation's capitol. I also caught the Viet Nam Memorial Wall of Honor for the first time, had lunch at the Willard Hotel, caught a play at the Kennedy Center For The Performing Arts and devoured a superb Crab Cake dinner at Nathan's in Georgetown.

I've got to admit, this adventure was progressing nicely, the best, however, was just around the corner.

As I'm leaving the D.C. area, the "Red Beast" and I were heading north on I 95 to NYC when we saw the exit for Atlantic City. I hadn't been there in thirty plus years so I decided it would be a good time for an encore. Besides, I wasn't real anxious about driving in to New York during the morning rush hour.

I decided to check out the sites and sounds...and the slot machines, driving in to NYC later in the day.

Well, that turned out to be a wise decision as I eventually hit a $1,200 jackpot at a $5 slot machine. I then sauntered over to another section at Bally's and hit a large payout, cashed it in, returned to the same machine, hit again, cashed out, hit again, cashed out...you get the picture.

After a bit, I started losing money so I left about 3:30 AM, got to my car, counted my bankroll and discovered I had won $3,400. This unexpected windfall would come in handy entering the next stage...NYC and The Big Apple.

For any doubters in the audience, all you have read so far is accurate to a tee.

The "Red Beast" was performing flawlessly, we had no rain outs and our schedule was right on the money.

NYC is one of my favorite places in the world. My wife Chris and I enjoyed the City a few years prior while we were attending the Million Dollar Round Table meetings at Radio City Music Hall.

We stayed at the New York Athletic Club, hit the "Late Show with David Letterman", (Billy Crystal was one of his guests that night), had dinner at Palm , caught "Cats" on Broadway, were dinner guests of Minnesota Mutual at the Waldorf Astoria...and ran a 5 K race through Central Park...needless to say...

"We LOVE New York!".

Well, this time we're talkin' Yankee Stadium and baseball. I had been to the Stadium several years before, but for a baseball fan, this is as good as it gets.

On gameday, I took a subway out to the Stadium and bought a ticket from a scalper for $30. I was assured I was behind home plate, kind of close to the action.

In reality, I was in the last row of the third deck...GREAT for picture taking, but lousy for baseball. After the fourth inning, I picked up a few souvenirs, a hot dog & headed back to the Marriott Suites on 40th street.

I hung around New York for the weekend, did alot of cool stuff and got prepared for Fenway Park in Boston. Before we leave NYC, I should mention the $3,400 winnings in Atlantic City eliminated any cash flow stress that might have been developing...New York is VERY pricey.

Fenway Park was always a stadium high on my list...I had to get there before it either got replaced....or demolished. I got to the park two hours before game time and when the ticket office opened, I popped for a choice box seat just off home plate near the Red Sox dugout.

I sat with a father and his twelve year old son, who was smiling ear to ear to be at the ballpark with his Dad. He squealed with delight when I answered his, "where are you from?" question with: "Scottsdale, Arizona". Turns out he was a huge Arizona Cardinals fan, with quarterback Jake Plummer being his favorite player.

Fenway lived up to it's impressive reputation. The fans were GREAT...knowledgeable and enthusiastic. I've had better Clam Chowder in my day but...hey...when in Boston...do as the Bostonians do.

My next stop was Cooperstown for the Hall of Fame Induction Ceremonies....this was going to be the crowning achievment as I had often dreamt of witnessing basball's premier showcase.

The seven hour drive to Cooperstown took me thru the beautiful countryside of New England. I got in late and found there were few, if any, hotel rooms available. My search for lodging however, gave me a good opportunity to explore this

gem of a town which exists soley for the HOF weekend.

The lawns were all freshly mowed, the houses were meticulously painted.

The predominate house seemed to be a two story colonial, painted white with green shutters.

Flower gardens and window boxes were the rage. The local churches and steeples were all text book Americana...Norman Rockwell must have had some input with the city planners.

I ultimately had to swallow my pride and rented a deluxe room for $250 at a hotel that was centrally located. I was in no mood to haggle though...I had spent a long day on the road...my trip was beginning to take its toll...I could tell I was starting to physically run out of gas.

After a good nights sleep, I got up, showered, shaved, had a tasty breakfast and settled in with an older couple in the hotel lobby. The husband, in particular, was anxious for conversation. He was able to answer all of my questions on the HOF ceremonial details.

I quickly discovered I had found a delightful person and a good sports fan.

We eventually got introduced by name, turns out he was the father of Tim Kirkchian, the ESPN baseball guru. He was a retired Professor from the University of Alabama and had numerous stories to share about his departed friend and colleague...Coach Paul "Bear" Bryant.

Our conversation reinforced in me once again, it's not possible for a person to put a price tag on the benefits of travel. What a treat!

After a two hour conversation with Mr Kirkchian, it was time to head over to the ceremonies. I, of course didn't have a ticket. I politely asked one of the ushers if I could enter a special area to get some up close pictures and take in the ambiance. She let me in for a quick peek with the understanding I could only stay for a few minutes.

Well, one thing led to another and I discovered there were a few empty seats, so I grabbed one.

For a sports fan, this was like dieing and going to heaven.

All types of legendary sports figures were in the area. Bo Schembechler and his wife were there along with the inductees families and numerous ESPN celebrities.

I was truly like a little kid in a candy store.

After the preliminaries, the emcee introduced the living Hall of Famers. I couldn't believe my eyes as so many of my childhood heroes walked on stage. In all, 49 of the 60 living Hall of Famers were in attendance.

Stan Musial couldn't make it, but they played his soulful recording of, "Take Me Out To The Ball Game", with Stan playing his beloved harmonica.

There wasn't a dry eye in the audience as his last chord played over the P.A. system.

A large contingent of Cincinnati Reds fans were in attendance to welcome Marty Brennaman into the Broadcasters Hall of Fame. It was fun for me to hear his famous voice give a heartfelt acceptance speech.

Next on the docket was Carlton Fiske, representing the Boston Red Sox.

Fiske recounted his numerous knee surgeries and the highs and lows of his extraordinary career. We sometimes forget the pain and suffering these athletes endure in order to play a game they love.

His heart-pounding recap of his famous playoff home run at Fenway, made the day.

His "never give up" attitude was rewarded with his Hall of Fame Induction.

Like all high achievers, he gave credit to his many friends and teammates who helped and supported him along the way. His beautiful wife and family, and several in the audience, were teary eyed by the conclusion of his remarks.

Those of us who were there will never forget Carlton Fiske.

Manager Sparky Anderson and Tony Perez from the Reds, each added their final touches. It was heartwarming to hear Sparky introduce his National Champion American Legion baseball team to the audience. These players are still the best of friends even after so many decades...once a champion...always a champion!

Tony Perez concluded the ceremonies with his heartfelt recap of "The Big Red Machine".

Afterwards, the crowd filed out and headed towards downtown Cooperstown. I, of course, spent some time in the baseball museum and loved reading about the players who overcame so much to reach the pinnacle of their chosen profession.

It was ironic to see a sign downtown inviting everyone to a nearby restaurant to get a Pete Rose autograph for $35. The crowd was held back by a snow fence, as I approached the autograph area, it was a sad sight indeed, to see Pete sitting by himself.

Mr. Hustle was a lonely figure...there were few, if any takers.

My trip back to Scottsdale started later that evening.

I couldn't help but feel as if I had just hit a home run in the baseball game of life.

What a terrific adventure it was...to experience the best our great game has to offer.

My Dad and I...At Pebble Beach

E Paul Lian — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 19:13:29 -0400

My Dad introduced me to the game of golf in 1955, when I was about ten years old. He and I, my Mom and two sisters made up a five-some at a nearby golf course. Little did I realize at the time, the significance that day would have on my life. Maybe I can share a few of the highlights.

First off, I was blessed with having a terrific Mom & Dad who absolutely wanted the best in life for their three kids. I was always encouraged to try my best whether it was shoveling snow from our Minnesota driveway, delivering newspapers for my first job, playing the cornet in the band, studying for a test in high school or by just being "a good kid". At family get togethers, my Dad and I would always bring our golf clubs, whether we were in Owatonna, MN, Arizona in the Spring, maybe Hawaii at Christmas, a round of golf was always on the agenda.

My Dad was a high school Band Director by profession and was blessed with many talents and skills. If my Mom wanted my Dad to build a bookcase....presto....he would design and build it in his workshop and it would be installed in the den. If the house needed to be repainted, my Dad would scrape the old paint off and a new coat was promptly applied. He had a musical golf swing, his tempo was flawless. He was able to play, and demonstrate, almost any instrument to his high school band, from drums to cornet, clarinet to the tuba. If an instrument needed a repair, my Dad took care of it. Does the piano need tuning? My Dad got it in a performance mode.

I don't want to be accused of favoring one parent over the other, so a paragraph on my Mom is certainly appropriate. Who amongst us wouldn't argue that our Mom was the best cook who ever lived? My Mom excelled at entertaining and lived for the days when she had her neighborhood lady friends in for coffee and a freshly baked pie, maybe a simple dessert or tasty lunch. Who can ever forget the holiday meals that were always delicious, with the right amount of variety, taste and served with a touch of class. My Mom was truly a person who lived to enjoy treating others with the best she had...she might have been Betty Crocker.

Now, let's get to that golf event at Pebble Beach. As my love of golf was evolving, I got interested in playing the top 100 golf courses in the United States. It got to be another game with me, as it was both fun, and a good challenge, to prospect amongst my golf network and find people who could get me on certain golf courses. Sometimes it was through a connection, other times it was through a reciprocal agreement from one club to another.

What a thrill it was to play at Oakmont, just outside of Pittsburgh with my Father-In-Law on his 70th birthday. We polished off the day with their scrumptious fresh fruit plate on the veranda over-looking the course. The Olympic Club in San Francisco was the sight of a beautiful round of golf, punctuated with dinner in the clubhouse with my sister Connie and her husband Rand. My cousin Nancy's wedding in Los Angeles was a good excuse to play Riviera in Pacific Palisades. One of my best clients and friends arranged golf for us at the opulent Shadow Creek golf complex in Las Vegas. I could go on and on, suffice it to say, my golf memories are never ending.

My Dad was a man who grew up during the Depression, and never lost sight of the value of a dollar. He was a frugal man who took great pride in being an excellent money manager. He would never spend the money, for example, even though he had it in the bank, on an extravagance like Pebble Beach. One year, during a family Christmas visit in San Jose, CA., I made arrangements to play Spanish Bay on the Monterrey Peninsula. It was a Top 100 golf course, need I say more?

Anyway, as I was checking in at the Pro Shop, I noticed a brochure on the counter advertising a "Five Day-Four Night Father-Son Pebble Beach Golf Tournament" that would be held annually starting the day after Christmas. The wheels in my head immediately started spinning, thinking this would be the ideal partial "payback" from me to my Dad for all that he had helped me with over my lifetime. This would be something he would never do for himself.

Let's fast forward six months to June, where we all gathered in Owatonna to celebrate our parents' 50th wedding anniversary. The day after the party, we were sitting around the dining room table trying to come up with a plan to celebrate the upcoming Christmas Season; after a few failed attempts, I turned to my Dad and asked:

"Dad, will you be my guest at the Pebble Beach Father - Son golf tournament?"

" Oh Paul ", he replied, " I'd never want you to spend that much money on me."

" Dad....how much time do you have left ?"

At that, my Dad excused himself to think things over in the library. The rest of us adjourned to the living room, with my Mom chastising me saying: "Paul....how can you talk like that?"

At the time, my Dad was 71 years of age and was a recovering quintuple heart bypass survivor. I thought it was a legitimate question, all golfers should play Pebble Beach at some point in their lifetime in order to complete their golf resume. I encouraged everyone to stay quiet and to let me handle the situation. After fifteen minutes, out popped my Dad, I again repeated my invite....there was dead silence in the room, all eyes were on my Dad.....after a slight pause....he looked me straight in the eyes and said:

"Yes!"

We shared a GREAT handshake and the excitement started to build. Over the next few months, my Dad would be overheard telling his golf buddies:

"Paul & I are going to play in the Pebble Beach Father - Son golf tournament at Christmas!"

Finally, the big day arrived and my Dad and I checked into the Lodge at Pebble Beach. We were assigned a beautiful room, over looking the 18th and that magnificent California coast line. Our room was perfect, including a nifty fireplace and balcony.

After we got settled, we decided it would be a good idea to have breakfast the next day, served in our room. Promptly at 8:00 AM, our doorbell rang and in walked our waiter with the New York Strips, hash browns, eggs-over-easy, coffee, orange juice, and croissants....the works. The waiter took our picture in front of the sliding glass door that included the bright, blue Pacific and a stunning, cloudless sky. It was PERFECT....father & son, golf, great ambiance, Pebble Beach....it can't get any better than that!

After a couple bites of our steaks, I asked my Dad for his critique:

"You know Paul, when your Mother and I travel to Phoenix for the Winter, we always stop at a Denny's restaurant, just off the freeway in New Mexico, I had a better steak there for $3.99 than this one."

Well, that was my Dad, a true gem, modest, not a mean bone in his body, brutally honest, hard working, absolute pride in his family, frugal to a fault. We went on from there and had the time of our lives, playing Spanish Bay, Spyglass and Pebble Beach, enjoying the cocktail parties, the awards banquet, and our fellow competitors from every state in the country. One of our tee gifts was a monogrammed, zippered, leather travel bag. I don't ever recall my Dad travelling again without his new treasure.

My Mom would eventually succumb to the effects of Ahlzeimer's Disease, when my Dad and I had to admit her to the hospital a nurse asked my Dad when he first noticed her symptoms. He answered by explaining:

"Well, Paul and I were playing golf at Pebble Beach when my two daughters mentioned she was having some memory lapses."

My Mom lived in a Nursing Home for five years before passing away. My Dad would seldom miss a day without visiting her, his goal was to outlive her by a day. My Dad lived to the age of 80, I believe he died a happy man....how could he not?....he had played Pebble Beach....I miss him to this day.