And then he goes out and wins a couple of minor tournaments. He was spending a lot of time on this golf thing and he was getting better. Sure, he played like total crap most of the time. Crowds even booed him at tournaments, but he kept golfing. And kept getting better. Until the day came when he won a pretty big tournament in our neck of the woods and all of the sudden Phil Mickelson's golf coach decided to take him on. He saw potential. He thought that with a little more practice Ken would be ready for professional golf.
Unfortunately, a little more practice meant that Ken was busy almost all the time. Sure he was around, but he was sort of obsessed with golf. It was all he could talk about, all he could think about and he stayed up late into the night practicing his chip shot. Oh and that brother of his, he was always calling and texting, always around talking golf and there was no question that he spent a lot more time with Ken than I ever did.
Of course, the chances of him actually winning a professional tournament were slim, but that only drove him harder. It made him work more and sleep less. There were weeks where he was almost completely focused on putting and we spent our evenings watching him practice in our family room on one of those mini putting green things.
When I complained to Laura that Ken wasn't being supportive enough, this is the scenario she presented to me. How would I feel if the shoe was on the other foot? If Ken decided to pursue some crazy dream at the expense of time with me and the kids?
Yeah, I'm not sure I want to answer that. Particularly on 4 hours of sleep.