MYDP (make your daddy proud hehe)

I don't get that much time off to play golf with my Dad. As long as I can remember my Dad was hooked on golf.

I got introduced to the sport at a very young age, around 8-9. My dad would leave me and my brother at the driving range while we played. Bottomless buckets of golf balls hehe, he would instruct the range attendant to bring us a fresh bucket until he arrived. We had two clubs, I guess they were old clubs that my Dad cut so we could use them. Golf at that age meant one thing -- bottomless food at the clubhouse. Didn't pay much attention to where the ball went or if I hit the ball at all. I was more interested in what I would be eating after we hit the range. Bata pa lang patay gutom nako hehe

During HS it was a different story...(to be continued hehe)