Author: Jay

Well, I was born in the middle of the night amidst the worst blizzard of that winter. To my parents horror the doctor said there were complications. My umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck cutting the oxygen to my brain for over a minute, which lead to my disability known as Cerebral Palsy. The doctor told my parents that they would have to wait and see if I would even be able to walk (let alone eventually play golf avidly)! As you can probably guess, my CP turned out to be rather mild, however I still had to do my fair share of physical therapy in my younger years. This was terribly boring, and to a certain extent, embarrassing. With my parents help I sought out alternatives to traditional physical therapy ranging from horseback riding to karate. Then one fateful day, when I was about 12 years old, a relative gave me a driver and a 7 iron. As excited as I was to have received them, I was unable to use them because they were right handed. That was a bit of a let down since I played every sport left handed. So my dad traded them in for a pair of lefty’s! Well, I took to golf like, well, you get the idea! I practiced for hours in my back yard with that 7 iron. My...