Golf, a game for any occasion

Golf is an amazing sport.

As I sit and write this blog, I’m still thinking about the game I just completed.

On Monday morning, my dad and I tried to hit the course. The rain delayed our round a couple of hours, but we still played.

As a late Father’s Day present, my dad and I played nine holes in overcast and wet conditions. The last nine was played in sunshine and perfect conditions.

Only two days before, golf was again at the center of my festivities.

It was Saturday morning and we still had a few hours before the big day began.

My friend, who was going to be married a few hours later, decided he would like to play a round on the morning of this monumental event.

He and I have been friends for most of our lives and throughout our friendship, golf is at the center of most of our memories.

It was only fitting a day like this would begin on the course.

Although he wouldn’t admit to it, I think his nerves played a role in his score — which was a little higher than normal. That, of course, led to a rare victory for me. He later used that as an excuse to explain his emotions at the altar.

We had a great foursome that morning: the groom-to-be, the best man, the groom’s father and myself. It proved to be a great start to a truly memorable day.

A few weeks earlier, we were on the same course — the course we grew up on — for his bachelor party. It was one of the few times I’ve played since I moved to Worthington, and it brought back memories.

My friend and I reminisced about the “good ol’ days” when we used to have our parents bring us to the course because we weren’t old enough to drive.

On the long par 5 that led back to the clubhouse, we had a small bet. On the right side of the fairway was an old tree. Whoever hit it to the tree had to buy the round of Mountain Dews at the clubhouse.

Looking back, that tree wasn’t very far at all.

We laugh about it now, but those are memories we’ll have forever.

On Saturday, we made new memories. We’ll forever talk about this day — and the round that preceded it.

And coincidently, whenever he celebrates his anniversary, I’ll be celebrating one of the few times I have ever beaten him.

Krommendyk, Duke catch up after 15 years

It was late in the afternoon Wednesday night and all was quiet at Hazeltine National Golf Club in Chaska.

Tiger Woods had already made his appearance.

Phil Mickelson finished his round and was off the course.

There, on the driving range, was a little-known golfer from Palm City, Fla, preparing for the 91st PGA Championship.

Ken Duke was at the end of the range, with little fanfare.

Only hours before, Woods had made a brief appearance. People pushed to the front of the railing, trying to see the world’s No. 1 player, if only for a minute. Parents lifted children onto their shoulders, trying to let them have a glimpse of Woods. Fans stuck cameras blindly into the air, hoping to get a shot of the golfer.

By the time Duke rolled onto the range, only a few fans spotted the stands. On his way from the range to the putting green, Duke stopped and signed autographs for the kids. Many probably didn’t know who he was.

But that didn’t seem to matter to Duke. He signed hats, programs and flags. He even autographed his golf glove and had his caddie give it to a young fan as a keepsake.

As he finished his routine on the putting green, he retired for the night, preparing to make a strong charge in his first round.

However, only a day before, he had a chance to catch up with his past.

Playing in Minnesota for only the second time since his 1994 Labor Day Class victory at the Worthington Country Club, Duke had a chance to catch up with his caddie from that day 15 years ago.

At the time, Josh Krommendyk was 15 years old. Duke was 25. By random chance, Duke picked the young Krommendyk out of the crowd to carry his bags for that day.

“It was pretty weird,” Krommendyk said. “I didn’t even know the guy. I was like 13 or 14 years old, and I was getting ready to walk along and watch the final four like I did every year. All the sudden I hear, ‘Hey kid, do you want to caddie for me.’ I looked up, and it was one of the guys on the final four, and it ends up being Ken Duke.”

Duke shot a magical round that day. Firing a 64, the young golfer from Arkansas shot the course record at the time.

“I think I ended up making a double bogey on the ninth hole. I hit across the road into the parking lot,” Duke said in a previous interview with the Daily Globe. “I ended up shooting a really low score on the back nine. I think I shot a 29 on the back nine, so that was pretty impressive.”

Fast forward 15 years.

Through a mutual friend, Krommendyk contacted Duke, and the two ended up spending time together two days before Duke teed off in a major golf tournament.

“A couple of buddies were friends of Woody’s and we’ve been swapping e-mails and then got phone numbers and all that kind of stuff,” Duke said.

From there, Krommendyk caught up with Duke on the range early in the week.

“He told me he was going to hit balls early in the morning on Tuesday and we said we would be up there,” Krommendyk said. “We took off Monday night and met him out on the range Tuesday morning. He came right over to us, shook our hands and asked us how we were doing. He introduced us to his caddie, Wally, who is an outstanding guy as well. They very much made us feel apart of the PGA Championship itself to be connected in a way that just about everybody else out there wasn’t.”

After following his practice round, Krommendyk and his friends had an opportunity to eat  lunch with Duke. But then, it was time to part ways for the time being.

But Krommendyk would find Duke again. This time, it was Thursday, during the first round of the PGA Championship.

Duke teed off on the back side, and by the time he made the turn, he was one under par.
After bogeys at Nos. 1 and 4, Duke missed a good birdie chance on No. 5. He then birdied No. 7 to move to even with two holes left to play.

“I felt like about the time we got to 5, and we have 6, 7, 8, and 9 all the way in downwind, so hopefully I could get some good shots,” Duke said. “I hit some good putts that just didn’t go. It’s tough, but it’s not that tough. But you still have to be patient and give yourself as many chances as you can.”

On the ninth, Duke was in the sand on his drive. After a wayward shot to the green, Duke had to take relief from the grandstand and finished with a bogey.

Still, he had an opportunity to go low.

“You can’t play what if out here,” Duke said. “I played good enough to shoot two or three shots better.”

He had 29 putts on the day and hit 10 greens in regulation.

“I hit some good putts, they just didn’t go,” Duke said. “It’s always bad when you bogey the last. But we’ll go out early in the morning and hopefully we can get something going in the morning.”

Unfortunately for Duke, the second round didn’t give him what he was looking for.

He had six bogeys and one birdie in a second-round 77 to move to six over for the tournament. The cut was at four over, meaning Duke’s tournament was finished.

“Unfortunately, the only downfall of our experience is that we weren’t able to watch him on the weekend,” Krommendyk said. “In all seriousness, we were playing it out in our head how he was going to get matched up against Tiger on Saturday and Sunday. Unfortunately, it didn’t happen this year, but maybe next time.”

Duke didn’t make the cut and didn’t get a chance to play with Woods. However, Duke did leave a lasting impression on everyone who watched him last week.

Including me.

After following Duke around Thursday and Friday, I had a chance to talk with him after his first round.

We talked about his round, Krommendyk and Worthington. Duke estimated there were 30 or 40 people for Worthington at the tournament. They all seemed to be rooting for Duke.
He was sincere and genuine about everything, talking fondly about his two trips to the Labor Day Classic.

“One thing that is without question is this past week he definitely gained a ton of fans,” Krommendyk said. “Other than the people in Worthington, the other people that he interacted with in the crowd as we were walking along watching him, there are a lot of people that could have sensed his sincerity.”

Following Friday’s round, Duke was eliminated and he knew it. But riding by on a golf cart with his wife, he still waved and said ‘hi’ as he passed by.

“That just shows how awesome of a guy he is,” Krommendyk said.

Road construction causes headaches

Summer seems to mean only one thing for me these days: road construction.

Lately, Worthington seems to be in the thick of it.

With the Globe’s Links Fore Literacy golf tournament quickly approaching, Managing Editor Ryan McGaughey and I planned a Friday morning trip to Prairie View Golf Links for a practice round.

I had learned the day before that the bridge on Interstate 90 was under construction, closing my normal route to the course. Trying to avoid a headache, I looked up an alternate route the night before.

My plan was to head out of town on U.S. 59, and take the first gravel road heading back west.

However, I found out this road was closed as well, throwing my plans off.

As our anticipated tee time approached, I decided to try my luck on the Interstate, thinking I could possibly take a quick turn off to the north. That plan failed when I saw the fence which was preventing any sort of traffic heading north.

Forced to plan ‘C,’ I made a turn back toward Worthington, trying to find any way to get to the course.

I called Ryan, hoping for some guidance. He was headed north, almost to Reading before heading back toward the golf course. This was too far out of the way, and with only a minute or two before I was supposed to meet him, I didn’t have the time.

Luckily, on my way back into Worthington, I spotted a Prairie View sign. I followed it out north of town on a gravel road. Eventually, I found my way, but in the end, what should have been a short drive turned into a long debacle.

Once we finally met at the course, we registered and hit the Links. We both played pretty well, making me even more excited for Wednesday’s tournament.

I just hope by the time it rolls around, I can find my way to the Country Club.
 

Karnazes completes incredible journey

Nick Karnazes set out with a goal.

He wanted to play 96 rounds of golf in 96 days in 48 states.

Less than two weeks ago, he completed his journey. Karnazes, who passed through Worthington in late May, finished exactly on time.

“I’m 100 percent completely relieved,” Karnazes said. “It was a tough challenge. My oldest son is a long-distance runner and when he runs a 200-mile race people say, ‘After you run 50 miles you must be tired. Aren’t you completely mentally fatigued when you think that you still have 150 miles to go?’ He says, ‘I don’t look at it like that, I look at it that I have to run to that next stop sign, then I have to run to that tree, then I have to run to that red convertible car.’ He calls it baby steps. You don’t look like you have to run 200 miles when you’re 50 miles into the race. He told me just before I left way back in March. He said, ‘Dad, baby steps. Don’t look at trying to complete 96 rounds, look at trying to complete the round you’re playing and what you’re going to do tomorrow. Look at one day in advance and when you finish that round, find a place to sleep, find something to eat that’s decent and don’t think it’s so (difficult).’”

He returned home June 25. On his first full day home, he did what he’s been doing for the past 96 days — he played golf. This time it wasn’t on a course halfway across the country. It was in his own backyard on a course he’s played thousands of times.

“It was absolutely fabulous,” Karnazes said. “I walked in and Dave Cook, who is the pro at San Clemente Golf Course — I’ve known him for years — he said, ‘Nick, I haven’t seen you for a while, where have you been?’ He knew darn well where I’d been, but he was teasing me.

“He said there was a tournament going on and he could get me out in an hour. I said, ‘I’m a member of the men’s club, I can play in that tournament.’ He said, ‘I know you are, Nick. There’s a single and you are the second guy up, you can play with him and two other guys playing in the tournament.’ He kept me waiting all of seven minutes before I was able to tee off.”

Back on his home course, Karnazes finished with an 84.

“I shot 42-42,” he said. “I wasn’t putting too well; I think what happened was I got used to the putting on all the different courses I played and so I wasn’t used to my own course. That threw me a curve.”

Only a few days before, Karnazes was teeing up his last shot on his final round of his incredible journey.

“… I teed the ball up and was ready to hit the last hole on my last day,” he said. “I had a tear in my eye. I stepped away and got my handkerchief and I said, ‘I think a little bug flew in my eye.’ (My playing partner) said, ‘We know what’s going on with you, Nick.’”

On this day, in Redding, Calif., he finished with an 86, completing a trip that at times, may have seemed impossible.

Before he left, his goal was 96 rounds. He accomplished more than he anticipated.

“I ended up playing more than that,” Karnazes said. “I played 108 rounds of golf because I played 12 times on my day off. Twenty times on the entire trip, I played 36 holes in one day.”

He also estimated he would drive just more than 10,000 miles. Again, he went farther than he anticipated. In all, he drove 12,763 miles, and spent just less than $2,000 on gas.

“I was thinking I would drive less, I was thinking I would drive about 10,300,” Karnazes said. “I plotted it from city to city and you get on Google and when I added up all the cities, like Oklahoma City to Wichita, Kan., it gives you mileage. All those miles added up to 10,305. However, it doesn’t allow for you, when you’re in that city, you’re not in the golf course and you have to drive six or eight miles one way. You have to go look for a Wal-Mart to buy some groceries. Some of the courses I mapped out when I was playing two different courses in a city, I would get to the first course and I had to backtrack a little bit to get to the second course.

“I was in Minnesota, I believe, when I passed 10,300 and I still had quite a bit of driving to do.”

After a stop in Sioux Falls, S.D., he was off to North Dakota. That provided another adventure for the “Happy Golfer.”

“There’s a city on the border between North Dakota and Montana and it’s called Beach,” Karnazes explained. “I live in San Clemente, which is a beach community. I know if you look in Webster’s Dictionary for the definition of a beach, ‘A large body of water mostly ocean, sometimes a lake or a river, it has sand, it has a whole bunch of people, men and women and children in bathing suits. You put on sunscreen and play with a Frisbee and you play with the waves.’

“Well, I Stayed at Beach, N.D., and that night it snowed 1 ½ inches on my windshield. I wake up in the morning to go to Montana and I don’t have an ice scraper or a snow scraper, so how am I going to get the snow off the windshield? I got a spatula that two days earlier I was making scrambled eggs in my camper and I used the spatula to get the snow off. I said, ‘I better get out of here. These North Dakota winters are very rough. So are the summers.’”

Living in San Clemente, Calif., Karnazes can golf all year round. On his trip, he encountered snow on three separate occasions.

“So much of the time, especially in the New England states, I played golf and people said that they were a little rusty because it was only their second or third round this season,” Karnazes said. “I said, ‘What do you mean this season? Because in California you play every day of the year.’

“If it gets colder than 52 degrees we fire the mayor and the city council and we get new people.”

A few days after completing his trip, Karnazes was already joking about his next adventure.

“I was telling the gal that does the Web site that I’ve been driving by, on the entire trip seeing all 48 states, I drove by courses that looked quite nice and I never had time to play them, I had to keep moving,” Karnazes said. “I said, when we set up the trip next year, we’ll play 10 courses in every state instead of two in all 48 states. It will take 480 days.”

After a laugh, he then added, “I don’t plan on taking a long trip like this.”

He was away from his house so long he almost forgot what it looked like.

“We pulled in Tuesday, and I looked at the house and I looked at the walls, and I said, ‘Did I paint these this yellow in the kitchen?’” he said. “(My wife) Fran says, ‘Yes.’ We remodeled our kitchen about two years ago and I did some painting… I said, ‘I don’t remember the yellow being this bright.’”

But Karnazes was happy to be home.

“I enjoy our camper and the driving and the aspect of camping out, but you’re kind of in a little small cage,” Karnazes said. “It’s not like you’re in a 45-foot camper, it’s a 24-footer. We live close to the beach and we have a golf course view and a beach view from our home. I just sat on our deck upstairs by the master bedroom. My wife said, ‘What are you doing?’ I said, ‘I’m just having a soft drink and looking at the ocean and remembering about how nice our place is here in San Clemente and how fortunate we are to live in southern California where you can play golf year round.’”

After all the places he saw, the people he met and the course he played, Karnazes sat down and started working on a memoir to tell of his experience.

“I wrote two chapters and I gave it to my wife — she’s a retired English teacher,” Karnazes said. “She said, ‘It really doesn’t look too bad. Who helped you with this?’ I said, ‘I did it on my own.’ She couldn’t believe it. I’m still trying to put it together and I’ve got some time now. I’m not that good of a writer, but I remember it quite well and I kept some pretty good notes on the trip of the courses and what I shot. But I also want to talk about some of the folks that I met.”

Because, for Karnazes, the trip was about more than playing golf and seeing the country. It was also about the people he met along the way. 

Hazeltine National tests length

Padriag Harrington likes the length at Hazeltine National Golf Club in Chaska.

I wasn’t crazy about it.

Playing as part of the media day for the 91st PGA Championship, Hazeltine tested every bit of length I could muster.

“I think I personally like to see a golf course with length to it, and let the tournament committee adjust the golf course how they see fit during the week, rather than a course that’s too short and leaves for options, to go extreme on the rough or the pin positions,” Harrington said during the press conference.

“In major golf nowadays the best majors are played on golf courses that have options,” he later said. “If the golf course is too short or something like that, it tends to get tricky with pin positions, because that’s the only way of defending it. When you have a bigger, stronger golf course, you can settle for a big golf course, a tough course, but you can set a very fair course.”

Last year, the course was still under some construction. Some tees were being lengthened, and some bunkers were made deeper and bigger.I

found myself in a lot of those bunkers last week. And, on a few occasions, we tested the length.

By August, Hazeltine could play longer than 7,600 yards. That won’t be a problem for the pros.

“Basically you can make the golf course as long as you want, and we’re still capable of getting out there, as long as the weather is good for it,” Harrington said. “I think you wouldn’t want to play that length of golf course, certainly not in Ireland, anyway, where it’s 240 yards, not 300 yards.”

Playing from more conservative tees, we decided to play 6,720 yards on that day.

But on a few holes, we went back.

No. 12 has the potential to be the longest par 4 in championship history. Our tees were supposed to be 420 yards. We played 518. I didn’t fare well.

No. 13 has the potential to be the longest par 3 in championship history. We were supposed to be 195. We played 248. I wasn’t even close.

We played No. 15 at 642 — the longest par 5 in championship history. Our tees were 538. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

By the time it was all said and done, our 6,700-yard round turned into a 7,049-yard round. By adjusting just a few holes, we added more than 300 yards to our round.

According to Jim Remy, the president of the PGA of America, the length is needed.“First of all, I thought it was truly a major championship venue and a venue that really meets the needs of the athletes of 2009,” Remy said. “You know, as we look at this venue today and the athletes that are playing this game of golf in 2009, lengthening the course was certainly the right thing to do. And as we look out and we see that the average length of the par 5s for our championship here at Hazeltine will be about 615 yards, with the longest par 5 being 642 yards. There will be three par 4s over 475 yards, including No. 1 at 490 yards, and I believe No. 12 at 518 yards, and what may be the longest par 3 ever to be played in a major championship or event. So this venue meets the needs of the athletes of really today and this generation in 2009.”

Despite playing ridiculously long, Hazeltine is a true championship venue. The course was challenging, but a solid tee shot leaves the green approachable on most holes.The par 3s aren’t too bad (minus No. 13), and provided some excitement.

Playing No. 8, a 144-yard Par 3, the first player in our group hit a solid shot in the center of the green. With water on the right-hand side and the pin tucked dangerously close to the front right portion of the green, our forecaddie suggested I do the same.

I thanked him for the advice and said I was going for the pin.How many times do you get to play a course like this? Not often. I didn’t step on the course to play it safe.

Instead, I unleashed a shot that flew directly over the pin, coming within 18 inches of acing the hole. Of course, I lipped out the putt and settled for a par.

While the good shots were few and far between, I experienced everything Hazeltine had to offer. I was in the sand, I was in the trees, and I was in the water. My goal was to finish somewhere in the 80s. I’ll just say I missed my goal.

I doubt we’ll see many scores that high come August.

3 state tournaments make for a busy week

Three state tournaments. Six hundred and fifty-eight miles. Three different beds. Nineteen interviews totaling 54 minutes and 5 seconds. Seven hundred and twelve photos. Six articles totaling 5,687 words.

It was a long and busy week.

Three area teams earned state-tournament appearances in three different sports, providing an exciting and hectic experience for the players, coaches and fans affiliated with each squad — and the journalists who cover them.

Worthington participated in the Class A boys’ tennis tournament in Minneapolis on Tuesday. Jackson County Central participated in the Class AA girls’ golf tournament in Jordan on Wednesday and Thursday. Pipestone Area participated in the Class AA softball tournament in Mankato on Thursday and Friday. And I didn’t miss much of the action.

I could have totaled the amount of money I spent on my sports gorge, but I’d rather not think about it. It could have been worse: I could have spent at least $200 more on hotel stays. But, luckily for me (and the Globe) I have many friends and relatives who live near the Cities and allowed me to save money by staying with them.

On Monday, I stayed with my girlfriend, a graduate student at the University of Minnesota, who lives in St. Paul. Her apartment is located just five minutes from the Xcel Energy Center (where I covered Windom Area in the state volleyball tournament and numerous wrestlers in the state wrestling tournament), about 20 minutes from the Metrodome (where I covered Luverne in the state football tournament), about 10 minutes from Williams Arena (where I covered both Adrian and Pipestone Area in the state girls’ basketball tournament) and about 25 minutes from Target Center (where I covered Ellsworth in the state boys’ basketball tournament).

The trip from her apartment to the Read-Sweatt Family Tennis Center in Minneapolis lasted about 10 minutes. Despite the gorgeous weather, the state tennis tournament was played indoors.

Playing inside was a relatively new and rare experience for the Trojans, but not for their second opponent. After losing 7-0 against Benson/Kerkhoven-Murdock-Sunburg in the quarterfinals, the Trojans dropped a 7-0 decision against Blake, which has access to indoor facilities year-round.

Being able to practice and play at any time, despite the weather, is a huge advantage. And it showed Tuesday. Worthington’s players are able to practice and play only on dry days in the spring, summer and fall. Blake can practice and play during all seasons, and very few of its players participate in other sports. As a result, it’s tough for schools like Worthington to compete with teams like Blake.

The same example can be drawn in hockey. Worthington tennis players who also play hockey, like Mitchell Benson, Taylor Wiener and Kyle Hain, don’t have access to ice in the summer, making it impossible for them to practice, stay sharp and compete against metro-area teams who have access to ice facilities year-round.

After submitting my tennis photos and stories from my girlfriend’s apartment Tuesday night, I drove to my parents’ house in Jordan. I had dinner with my family and spent the night in my old bedroom. In the morning, I made the one-minute trip to Ridges at Sand Creek Golf Course, where I worked for a summer when I was 15 years old, to cover Jackson County Central’s girls’ golf team.

Golf is one of the most difficult sports to cover. Roaming a golf course while trying to find specific golfers is hard enough, but it’s even more difficult to do so in a way that doesn’t distract anyone while they’re trying to hit. And I have to take pictures.

Luckily, I was incredibly familiar with the course — because the Minnesota State High School League refused to allow me access to a cart, saying they were only giving keys to “reporters who work for large metro papers.” Oh, well. I needed the workout. I was so busy throughout the week, I found myself getting fast food in order to save time and money.

It was a long workout.

I arrived at Ridges at about 1 p.m., just in time to see JCC freshman Kaylee Benson tee off. When all of the golfers were finished and the final scores were posted, it was 7:30 p.m.

I submitted my stories and photos from my parents’ house, had a few adult beverages with my brother and went to bed. I woke up at 8 a.m. and drove to Mankato.

I stayed at an apartment left empty for the summer by my cousin and his roommates, all students at Minnesota State University-Mankato. The Arrows played two games on Thursday, and after I submitted my stories and photos, I took to bed in an attempt to sleep.

But the apartment was hot; there was no air conditioning, and my cousin and his friends had taken home their fans. I opened two windows, allowing the cool air to enter, but some unwelcomed noises followed. It was an apartment complex occupied by college students, after all, and I had the displeasure of listening to their post-bar conversations.

On about four hours of sleep, I returned to Caswell Park to watch Pipestone Area secure third place. I wrote two stories, packed up my things and drove back to St. Paul, where I met with Daily Globe sports editor Aaron Hagen the next day. I gave him our camera battery and our battery charger so he could take photos at the state track meet at Hamline University (five minutes from my girlfriend’s place).

I returned to Jordan on Sunday and drove back to Worthington today, capping my long trip. This week, I’ll start another. Luverne advanced to the state baseball tournament in St. Cloud and will play two games Thursday.

Worthington to St. Cloud: 190 miles and 3 hours, 32 minutes.

Zero complaints.
 

Karnazes on the adventure of a lifetime

We had just teed off on No. 18 at Prairie View Golf Links in Worthington Friday as we hopped in our cart in an attempt to locate our golf balls.

His was in the fairway with a perfect approach to the green. Mine was off to the right, no doubt in trouble.

“What a beautiful finishing hole,” my partner said to me as we approached the crest of the fairway.

After he decided to go around the water which comes between the fairway and the No. 18 green, I found my ball, and hit one of the better shots of the day to the green.

We both bogeyed the hole, ending what has been one of the more memorable rounds of my life.

My partner for the day? Nick Karnazes, or “The Happy Golfer.”

Nick made a quick stop in Worthington on the tail end of his trip of a lifetime.

The Happy Golfer, who resides in San Clemente, Calif. is playing 96 rounds of golf in 96 days in the lower 48 states, and allowed me to tag along Friday afternoon.

At 73 years young, Nick is a very good golfer.

“I used to be a four handicap, but now I’m a 14,” he explained.

Friday, he was much better than a 14.

On a course he had never played, Nick finished with a 40 on each side for a 9-over 80.

“I’m so happy with an 80,” he said. “I’m probably going to go to the next course and shoot a 90.”

The Happy Golfer is playing two 18-hole rounds in each state in 96 days. Playing both his Minnesota rounds Friday, he started at Rose Lake Golf Club in Fairmont with a 7:30 a.m. tee time.

He then packed up and headed to Worthington, hitting the course a little after 1 p.m.

By sure luck, I had heard of Nick’s travels the night before, and decided I would try to see The Happy Golfer, even if it was for a few minutes.

I arrived at the course around the same time was about to hit his first shot. After a quick introduction, an invitation soon followed for me to join him. He already had a cart, so it was just a matter of being able to grab my clubs out of my car and hit the Links.

With virtually no warm-up, I was a little rusty. With 18 holes already under his belt, Nick was coming out swinging.

While neither of us had a great first hole, his game soon picked up.

Mine then followed, and by the time we were on the back nine, we were both playing pretty well.

But not only was the golf great, hearing his stories were even better.

Nick told of his wife, Fran, who he met on a Friday night, and by Saturday, had proposed. They have been married 47 years and renewed their vows five times.

He talked of his children. His son, Dean, had once run 50 marathons in 50 days in 50 states and is the “Ultramarathon Man.” He’s made appearances on many television shows, including the likes of David Letterman. He’s been on numerous magazine covers, and countless other articles and appearances in media outlets.

Nick is just beginning.

At last count, he had been in the newspaper 22 times on his trip, with numerous TV and radio appearances. Someday, he may also be on Letterman or with Jay Leno.

But for now, it’s on to South Dakota, were 36 holes of golf await him.

“I have nine states to finish,” Nick said. “I’ve done 39 states and I have nine more states. I’ve actually finished this state, Minnesota, in one day. I played two rounds, 36 holes. This is the 16th time I’ve played 36 holes. So by playing 36 holes, what that does is allow you to have days off where you don’t have to play at all. Of these 16 times I’ve played 36, I’ve taken seven days off.”

He figures he is about three days ahead of schedule, but he will still finish June 25, when the schedule dictates.

In all, he will travel more than 13,000 miles in his 24-foot Winnebago View. He first began his trip March 22, leaving from San Clemente, Calif.

“I left March 22 at 4:33 from my home in San Clemente, Calif. I drove for seven hours to Kingman, Ariz. and that was my first round,” Nick said. “It was 40 degrees with a 40 mile-per-hour wind, which combined the wind and the cold, it made the wind chill factor of 35. Normally, you don’t hear wind chill. You do in Minnesota and you do big time in Chicago. But in California, you just say the temperature, you never hear the words ‘wind chill’ because you never have a wind chill.

“In San Clemente, the bumper sticker says, ‘Best climate in the world.’ I love the best climate in the world because you play golf every day.”

When winds normally howl through Prairie View, Friday was calm. A slight breeze on a sunny, warm day provided a great day for golf.

“It was fabulous; absolutely beautiful,” Nick said of PVGL. “If you rate them one star, two star, three, four and five, with five being the top, this is a five-star course.”

While he enjoyed his time on the course, he was able to see all aspects of the Links.

On No. 14, he was in a bad spot on the green. On the upper level of the elevated green, Nick had a tough downhill putt.

After Nick, our photographer Brian Korthals and I all took a look at the putt, he finally approached his shot.

“This is so cool,” he said, rolling his ball toward the hole. He missed the putt, but not by much.

This was not a theme of the day. He had 33 putts in 18 holes, and perhaps none better than on No. 11.

Practically laying on the green, Nick had a good read on the putting surface.

“It’s downright embarrassing if you miss a putt after doing that,” Nick said as he arose and picked up his Odyssey putter.

He didn’t need to worry. Nick, who changed putters every time he putts poorly and owns 17, rolled in a beautiful putt as we moved to the next hole.

But Friday wasn’t about the score for either of us. It was about sharing his stories, hearing about his adventures, and most of all, enjoying the course.

“This might be the prettiest course I’ve played on this whole trip,” he said during our round.

Nick picked his courses randomly based on the route he wanted to take. Taking a map out of the U.S. out of “The Mother Ship,” he pointed out where he’s been, and where he’s going. There is a line which cuts the map in half. If the name of the state was written below the line, he played those courses heading East. If it’s above the line, he’ll hit in on the way back home.

So far, The Happy Golfer hasn’t had a negative experience, but that doesn’t mean it’s been all smooth sailing.

“I’ve had to do my laundry on five different occasions,” Nick said. “The first time I did my laundry, I was in hurry and I threw everything in a giant washer instead of the smaller ones. I neglected to think there’s white with reds and the red shirt bled on my white T-shirt. I had a long sleeve T-shirt I liked, it was from one of the races. Two days later I’m wearing the long-sleeve white T-shirt and I’m at a restaurant having a beer and watching sports on TV, and the waitress said to me, ‘Do you do your own laundry?’ It was pink.”

Other than having a few pink clothes, Nick has more stories than could fit into a few hours on the golf course. He told of his experience in Los Alamos, N.M., where there was so much snow on the ground he couldn’t play. A course he was going to play in Mississippi was no longer open in the aftermath of Katrina. He met a 10-year-old boy who only three weeks before, hit a hole-in-one. In Durango, Colo., he was offered elk jerky which his playing partner had shot and cured himself. Recently, in Ohio, Nick helped with a War Veterans golf outing. In all, he has seen and experienced more in the past 69 days than some do in a lifetime.

But that’s what the trip is about for The Happy Golfer. It’s about meeting people and experiencing new things, and for a few hours Friday, I was a part of his special journey.

It was finally time for Nick to leaving Worthington in his rearview mirror and head for the next state. We said our good-byes, and I wished him luck for the remaining part of his trip.

“Eat, Sleep, Drive, Play Golf, Repeat,” he said to me as he climbed into his camper.

And there’s no doubt he will. 

To follow Nick’s journey, visit his Web site, www.callawaygolf.com/96rounds
 

From ER to medalist: New Ulm’s McKeeth wins sub-section meet

When Miranda McKeeth tapped in her par putt Monday, she received applause from everyone who watched the New Ulm golfer complete her round.

In part, those around the No. 18 green were acknowledging Miranda’s accomplishments on the course. Mostly, it was what the sophomore on the New Ulm girls’ golf team endured to even make it to the final hole of the sub-section meet.

Just hours before, it looked like Miranda might not finish her round.

Playing in the final girls’ group at Prairie View Golf Links, Miranda had just shot a 44 on the front nine and was making the turn.

After a bogey on No. 10, Miranda and her fellow golfers moved to the 11th hole.

It was then when Miranda’s round was changed.

“I just got done hitting my second shot on No. 11,” Miranda explained. “I was standing, waiting for another girl in my group to hit her ball, and out of the middle of nowhere, this ball comes and smacks me in the middle of the cheek. I was like, ‘Oh my God, I just got hit with a ball.’ Honest to God, it didn’t hurt right away.”

A stray tee shot from No. 12 had struck Miranda on the left side of her face.

“So I was like, ‘Oh my God, I just got hit with a ball in my face,’” Miranda said. “I was like, ‘Oh, jeez.’ And I got kind of dizzy and I had to sit down and then all the people around me were like, ‘It’s going to be OK.’ We got some ice and I felt like I had a golf ball on my face still because it was all swollen.”

A fellow golfer’s mother called for help. Ice was brought out to Miranda and an ambulance was called.

“Then we called the ambulance and the ambulance came and we got me on a golf cart and down here to the parking lot,” Miranda explained. “The police asked me a bunch of questions, basic, like how old are you and that type of thing.”

From there, the EMTs loaded Miranda into the ambulance and took her into Worthington to the emergency room. In the ER, all she was thinking about was her golf game.

“Then they got me onto the stretcher and into the ambulance and we got to the hospital and I sat there and I was like, ‘Oh my gosh, I’m really sad because now I can’t go to state,’” Miranda said. “There’s no chance.”

While she was thinking about a missed opportunity to advance to the section meet, her father and coach, Todd, had other things on his mind.

“My wife and I were both there, so we rode with,” Todd said. “They got ice out there and the police came out and picked her up in an ambulance and took her to the hospital. We didn’t think of anything else other than just making sure she was OK.”

Back in the ER, Miranda was still itching to get back to the course.

“I was like, ‘Dad, is there any way I can go back and finish my game?’” Miranda said. “He was like, ‘I’ll call back to the clubhouse and see if we can get it ruled on.’ So he called back and he said they were going to going to talk about it with the rules people. Then he came back here because he had to be with the rest of the girls for the team when they finished.”

Added Todd: “She had played well the first nine, and she was just sick about it in the hospital. The last thing I wanted to do was say, ‘Do you want to go back?’ She asked me. She said, ‘I’m going back to finish; I don’t care if the doctor says I can’t. I’m going back to finish that round.’”

Todd said he would try to get Miranda back on the course.

“Before we left, (another coach) said we were going to call the Minnesota State High School League and see if we can postpone her round and let her come back and finish,” Todd said. “When I got back they said they got the OK as long as she has the doctor’s excuse and she’s cleared, she can come back and finish if we don’t close the meet.”

After a call to the MSHSL, Todd had some good news to deliver to his daughter.

“So (Todd) called back to the hospital and he told us that I could still finish with a doctor’s approval,” Miranda said. “So I talked to the doctor and he said, ‘So far you don’t have any signs of a concussion, there’s no broken bones, no internal bleeding or anything,’ and I was pretty much free to go after a couple simple tests to make sure I didn’t have a concussion.”

After tests that included a CT scan, Miranda was released, and with doctor’s clearance, returned to Prairie View to complete her round.

“So I pretty much came back and I guess I had an applause when I was outside,” Miranda said. “I came back and I finally got to finish my round and I actually did really well considering I got pelted in the face with the golf ball.”

Miranda not only played well, she played nearly flawless.

Completing No. 11 and the rest of the back nine, Miranda played her final eight holes 4-over. She shot a 41 on the back nine, finishing with an 85 for the round.

“My dad came out and said, ‘Well, you could get 55 and still go on to sections,’” Miranda said. “I was like, ‘Really?’ I wasn’t expecting to shoot 41 on the back after a bogey on the first hole. I went out there and tried my best, and my best was good enough.”

It was better than that. She was the meet medalist.

“I went out there and my head was in the game and I felt like nobody else is here, nobody else can tell me I’m doing bad and I don’t have to deal with drama from other girls,” Miranda said. “I’ll just go out there and play my game, and I did.”

Todd couldn’t believe it.

“I didn’t expect her to be able to come back and play,” Miranda said. “I was so grateful that they made that call and said we’ll do it if she’s cleared and if she feels like it. She was just determined to do it. I couldn’t be prouder of her.”

After completing her round and signing her scorecard, Miranda went to find a mirror. She wanted to see what her face looked like.

“I wanted to go see how black it was because they were like, ‘It’s going to look really nasty in a few hours.’ It’s already gotten a lot worse, color-wise,” Miranda said. “At first I told my mom that I looked like Frankenstein, then I switched it over to Quasimodo. I look like a monster right now, but it’s OK.”

With the left side of her face badly swollen and her eye turning numerous shades of black and blue, the sophomore thought what could have been.

“It’s funny because I got hit right here instead of in my eye – I could have been blinded,” Miranda said. “Or I could have been hit in the temple and I could have died. It’s a good story to tell and I still have my medical bracelet on to prove it.”

Even though the golfer who hit the ball that struck Miranda didn’t yell to warn of the stray shot, she doesn’t hold anything against her fellow competitor.

“They could have yelled ‘Fore,’ but she said she didn’t see where the ball went at all, and who would expect it to go all the way in another fairway?” Miranda said. “She came up and apologized for it afterwards and I was fine with it. I’m not hurt that much. It’s bruised, but big deal, it’s a bruise.”

Miranda will play Friday at the Section 3AA meet at Eagle Creek Golf Club in Willmar.

“I don’t know a lot of the girls from the teams that are going to be at the second day of sections,” Miranda said. “I think, pressure-wise, it’s not going to be that bad because I really don’t get pressured as much. The worst pressure is probably from myself, honestly. If I don’t do good I get upset, but I’ll think I’ll go up there and try my best and we’ll see how it goes.

“That would be awesome to get to state this year as a sophomore. That would be really cool.”

But no matter what happens Friday, Monday is a day that the McKeeth family will always remember and be thankful for.

In a letter to the Daily Globe, Todd wrote, “… I would like to extend my sincere thank you to all who were involved in her care. The mother of another golfer, who happened to have some EMT experience, that held my daughter and kept her calm and conscious. Another mother who made the phone call to get help out to us quickly. The police and ambulance people that got her to the hospital quickly. The hospital staff that took care of her and made sure she was not in danger of any serious head trauma. And thank God for somehow making that ball hit where it did, rather than an inch higher.

To my surprise, when I returned to the golf course to check on the rest of my team, the coaches were not only asking how she was, but also were wondering if she thought she could return and continue to play. They had contacted the MSHSL to check, and had received permission to allow her to finish her round as long as the meet had not been completed. This outpouring of compassion and sportsmanship was overwhelming. Miranda was cleared by the doctor to play, and she wanted to finish. She was greeted by the players with an applause upon returning to the course.

Miranda did finish, and qualified to move on to the Section meet on Friday. This could not have happened had it not been for the assistance of so many people involved. It is a day our family will never forget. The golf was good – but the heartfelt compassion shown first for her well being, and secondly to her as a competitor is beyond my expression.”
 

Excelling against all odds

There hasn’t been a lot of feel-good news seeping from the world of sports recently.

News of steroids, outrageous ticket prices and empty seats have overshadowed the first two months of baseball season. And even NASCAR is dealing with a drug scandal.

Off-the-field arrests have dominated headlines in the NFL offseason. And who isn’t sick of the Brett Favre soap opera?

Rachel Alexandra became the first filly to win the Preakness since 1924, but she raced to the victory in front of a relatively small crowd. To restore civility and halt what had become an all-day party at the racetrack, Pimlico Race Course officials banned spectators from bringing their own alcoholic beverages. The result: 30 percent fewer spectators than last year.

Michael Phelps returned – from a drug suspension – to win his first race since the Beijing Olympics. And the NBA playoffs have been marred by suspensions, trash talk and a feud between a team’s owner, an opposing player, and the opposing player’s mother.

But…

For every Mark Cuban, there’s a Jeff Meyer.

For every Manny Ramirez, there’s a Riley Meester.

For every Bruce Smith, there’s an Emily Ebbers.

And whenever I find myself disgusted by the actions of professional athletes, questioning my love for sports and regretting that I’ve become so immersed in an aspect of American culture that breeds so much negativity, someone like Meghan Westendorf allows me to tell her story and helps me realize why I love my job and why I love sports.

A junior on Worthington’s girls’ golf team, Westendorf suffers from cystic fibrosis, a fatal genetic disorder that affects nearly 30,000 Americans.

The disease causes mucus to build up and clog the lungs and airways, making breathing difficult. The excess mucus also can block the pancreas, stopping digestive enzymes from getting to the intestines, where they break down food and provide important nutrients that help people grow, gain weight and stay healthy.

As a result of her affliction, Westendorf had "six or seven" surgeries before she turned 4 years old. She goes to the doctor at least 10 times per year, and she winds up in the hospital once or twice every year.
Meghan Westendorf
Her lungs typically function at approximately 60 percent of their full potential. And, right now, with the grueling golf season coming to an end, her lungs are working at about 47 to 49 percent.

She’s had blood drawn from her forearms so many times that a portacath was surgically inserted below her shoulder blades so doctors could more easily attach an IV feed and rest the veins in her forearms.

She takes 10 pills in the morning, six at lunch and 12 before bed. She takes aerosolized medication, a process that works much like an asthma inhaler, up to four times per day for 20 minutes at a time. She also undergoes "vest therapy," in which she wears a life-vest-like contraption that is connected to a machine by two hoses, which fill with air and vibrate the vest to loosen mucus in her chest so it can more easily be coughed out.

She coughs about 650 times per day, and she eats nearly as much – those suffering from cystic fibrosis find it very difficult to gain weight, and they often are advised to consume at least 3,000 calories per day. Meghan downs ice cream before she goes to bed and wakes up hoping that she’s added some weight to her 110-pound frame.

But there are two things Meghan never does:

She never complains.

She never quits.

Meghan truly is an inspiration; a light as bright as her smile in a sports world that sometimes is darker than the future of cystic fibrosis patients.

There is no cure for cystic fibrosis, and the average life expectancy is 38 years.

But Meghan doesn’t think about that; instead, she tries to live her life one day at time – just like the rest of us.

She doesn’t want anybody to know that she’s different, hiding her treatments, medication and diagnoses from others.

A starter on Worthington’s golf team since her ninth-grade year, Meghan refused to use a motorized cart – she didn’t want to stand out, to receive curious stares from her opponents, who must carry their bags.

She finally decided to file for an exemption and start using a cart after she had to quit a meet in Worthington last season because of soreness, fatigue and shortness of breath. Two days later, she was in the hospital. Later in the season, however, she was back on the course.

Meghan doesn’t dwell on the negatives; instead, she focuses on the positives.

I think I can learn something from her.

Meghan plans to go to college, earn a degree in business, and start a family. She said she doesn’t even think about the uncertain future that faces those with cystic fibrosis. She doesn’t let it affect her.

Meghan and her parents, Pam and Ty Westendorf, hope and pray that a cure will be found.
Scientists are getting closer. The current average age of survival is five years longer than the average in 2000.

"It’s very tough," Pam said. "My husband always says, ‘If you can’t change it, don’t worry about it; just do what you have to do.’

"They’ve made a lot of strides; since she was born with it, things have gotten a lot better and (doctors) have gotten a lot closer (to a cure). So there’s always hope that in 10 more years they’ll have made better strides or have been able to do more work to make it so (those with CF) can live longer and do better.

"They told us that, hopefully, by the time Meghan graduates from high school, the research would be where they would be closer to a cure than they were when she was born. So I keep hoping, ‘OK, that’s next year.’"

The rest of us also can hope. But we can do so much more to help.

If Meghan’s story has touched you, like it has touched me, please visit the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation website and do what you can to help.

You can make a donation – “Money buys science and science buys life” – or even join a clinical trial.

If that isn’t feasible, you can contact your local Cystic Fibrosis Foundation chapter, volun-teer and "learn about the many special events that raise money to keep the science moving ahead." The nearest CFF chapter is located in St. Paul.

You also can become an advocate to help raise awareness and educate yourself and others, including elected officials, about cystic fibrosis.

Meghan wants to live a normal life. She doesn’t want any special attention. She doesn’t want to be treated any differently than "normal" girls her age. She doesn’t want any help.

But she needs help. And so do all the others suffering from cystic fibrosis.

Meghan doesn’t want or need assistance with her day-to-day life, but we can help to make sure she keeps that mindset for much, much longer.