Last week, I met an old friend in Little Italy for dinner. To my surprise, I saw, when arriving to the restaurant, that a third man would be joining our meal. For the purposes of this article, we will call him Rob.
After chatting for a while, I learned Rob was a former collegiate golfer—and a good one. After playing at one of the major California programs, he had even considered turning pro for a while, before various life events nixed that possibility. For me, this encounter was still a welcome opportunity to meet with someone who’d operated near the upper-echelon of sport.