Wednesday, December 7, 2011
To Pebble I Go, I Go (Part Deux)
A year ago, I wrote this same headline, as I took my first trip to Pebble Beach thanks to the fine people at Lexus and their great charity, Champions for Charity, that hosts the big event each December at the home of golf in America. My recap of the event from last year is right here, and I will be bringing you stories, recaps, and just about everything else right here all week. Check back, enjoy the sun, and I'm sorry I'm there and you aren't. Don't hate me (and I mean you, dad!).
A year ago, on a cold morning, I stood on the 18th tee at Pebble Beach expected to hit my first drive of the day. Barely any range time, an early morning and eyes as wide as a Michael Bourn lead at first base, the first shot I was asked to hit on the most beautiful golf course in the world was on the most famous hole at that golf course; No. 18. The par-5 is magnificent because of two beauties, both natural and man-made. You stand on the 18th tee, with waves crashing against rocks on a hole that wraps around the ocean, and can't decide if you want to look at what God set before us, or what some incredible architect did with houses too rich for even the man upstairs. It's a hole that really can't be explained, only experienced, and that was the hole I was starting on. Good luck.
See, Pebble is a smart golf course. You start your round on a couple of holes that don't exactly have you foaming at the mouth. Sure, they're fun golf holes, but like St. Andrews, they just warm you up. To be fair, your first experience to 17-Mile Drive needs a little buffering. The beauty, the money, the golf courses and the history are all things that pile on you as you're trying to figure out just how the hell I got here to begin with.
It makes me realize how lucky I am. Not just with the experience itself, both an incredible time for a cause that has raised over $200 million for charity over the years, but for what I've been given. A good family. Hilarious friends. A golf swing that doesn't break down nearly as much as I think it should. Driving near the Lone Cypress nearly forces you to have those movie moments where you just stare out at the sea and wonder what left-turns in life brought you to this spot.
I'm thankful for what I get to do, but I don't always think I express it. Life sometimes rolls you seven and sometimes rolls you craps, and that is true for everyone, but it's times like these that you have to embrace the seven and try to remember it. Trust me, it's way easier to remember the beats.
Flying to Pebble Beach for a second year in a row is something I never thought would be possible the day I signed up for Blogger and started throwing up words on the Internet. It has turned into this, and it makes me appreciate everything just that much more. Champions for Charity is an event way bigger than I. I'm just glad they've allowed me the opportunity to share the little part of it I'll get to see with the rest of you.
More when I get to Spanish Bay. I'll see if I can get a quote from the bagpiper.