If your fortunate enough to have a father that plays golf, there’s nothing more exciting than the first time you legitimately gave him a good butt whooping on the golf course. Well, it’s probably not that exciting for him, but even old Pops must have taken some delight that sonny boy had developed enough game to beat Dear Old Dad.
Personally, I don’t remember the first time I beat my Dad. My dad was always an ok golfer, but never took it too seriously. He’s always shot in the 90’s with an occasional breakthrough round into the 80’s. When I started playing the game around age 12, I worked hard at getting better and I’m pretty sure I was shooting better scores than my Dad by the time I was 14. Being 20+ years ago, I just don’t remember the round or course where it happened.
A greater accomplishment for me was beating my Grandpa for the first time. He was a pretty good golfer, who normally shot in the mid 80’s and sometimes lower. In my early teens, he would take me to play golf course on Camp Pendelton Marine base, which was not a long course but had some great holes. He would usually beat me by a good 5 strokes or more. I don’t think I finally beat him until I was about 16 or 17 and playing competitively on the High School team. I remember he always ragged on me about my putting. He said I never took enough time to read and line up putts and he was right. We had a lot of fun rounds out there.
I still get out to play with my Dad whenever possible, and while he’s not much competition these days, we still have a great time. I try to take advantage of our outings because you never know how many chances you’ll get to kick your Dad’s butt and take his money.