He took him to some longer and increasingly challenging venues and worked on course management when you can't just overpower everything in sight. He hit more fairways and had to scramble less, although with his arsenal of shots he could still go to the magic hat when he needed. |
He was friendly, courteous and unassuming. His course etiquette was wonderful, and I enjoyed playing with him often over the next two years before he went off to UK. He was also funny as hell, a trait I assume he also got from his dad, Maurice. |
I am just so proud of John. I can't hardly stand it, but I also look forward to watching a kid whose other hobby in those days was fishing in the lake on the backside at Campbellsville Country Club mesmerizing TV audiences for years to come and to think Kehoe wanted him to go to Louisville. |
I wasn't buying that until I saw what he could do to a golf ball. It was violent. This kid was maybe 5-9 weighing 145 pounds soaking wet. The lesson I had earlier went out the window. I was determined to show this kid that I was the new sheriff in town. |
It was a windy spring day with wind gusts up to 35 miles per hour. I was terrible in the wind, probably because my hard swing produced way too much trajectory on my approach irons. |
Kyle told me had a buddy who was really good. |
More importantly, his short game was impressive, and he talked about working on it because that was how he would go to the next level. |