I love my Mother and all, but Father’s Day is hands-down my favorite of the two holidays… and you can probably guess why. For as long as I can remember, Father’s Day has been reserved for golf, and letting the Old Man cook whatever he wants on the grill. I mean, the guy handed-down my first two sets of clubs – it’s the least we could do. So despite it falling at the end of a bachelor party weekend, this Father’s Day was no different…
COURSE: Rochester Country Club (Rochester, NH)
DATE-TEE TIME: June 18, 2017 – 2 PM
GROUPING: The Bolduc Men (Casey, Shane, Tim)
CONDITIONS: 90+ degrees and humid
If you’ve ever felt the wrath of a hangover beyond the age of 30, you’ll understand how delighted I was to see 85 and humid in the forecast. The course was great, but to pull into the parking lot and not see a lick of shade for the first 6-7 holes was soul-crushing. Luckily, we were able to laugh at a slew of Dad-jokes and our inability to take a selfie…
Quick note if you’re visiting Rochester CC for the first time. If you typically roll up to the first tee and engage in the always fun ‘which tees are we playing?’ conversation, save yourself the trouble and go with the shorter, blue tees. It’s about 300 yards total yards difference, but that 300 yards is in all the wrong places – making the tricky holes trickier. As hinted at above, the opinions expressed in this post should be taken with a grain of salt… and a few Advil.
Jokes aside, the real reason we go out golfing every year is to celebrate the man that taught us to be men. To be respectful, rational, loyal, caring, and patient individuals that will lend a hand, regardless of whether you asked or not. (Some of that I’m still working on, Shane chime in as you see fit.) AND even with all of that selflessness, he and Ma-Bolduc instilled a strong sense of self in me, Shane, and our sister Jillian.
Thank you, Dad, for everything.
Until next time, GO LOW!