A Short—But Sweet—PGA Tour Pro-Am Experience
Alex Myers discusses the highs and lows of playing with Hideki Matsuyama in a pro-am that was rained out after only three holes.
Released on 8/29/2019
So, I was lucky enough to finally get to play
in a PGA Tour Pro AM.
I was also unlucky enough to have it rained out
after only three holes.
Thanks in advance for thoughts and prayers
you're sending my way during this tough time.
Anyway, here's how it all went down
on the Wednesday before the Northern Trust.
First off, instead of using media parking
like my lowly colleagues,
I drove right up to Liberty National's glitzy clubhouse
and had my car valet parked.
I was then whisked past green jacket winners
Patrick Reed and Danny Willett to my own locker.
See you out there.
I didn't actually say that to them,
but I could have.
And that was cool enough.
On the range, I slid right next to Adam Hadwin.
Just me hitting balls next to a PGA Tour winner.
No big deal.
The Canadian was discussing maintaining a certain angle
with his coach and his caddy.
I was just thinking, please don't hit a shank,
please don't hit a shank.
Then we met our tour pro partner, Hideki Matsuyama.
You may have heard of him,
he was only ranked number two in the world
a couple years ago.
And as you might imagine, seeing him hit shots up close
was mighty impressive.
Just a guess, but he probably didn't feel the same way
about seeing me hit shots up close.
Fortunately, our group, which also included
Golf Digest's Ken DeLago and Nicole Rae,
began on the tentpole
located at the far end of the property,
there were essentially no fans out there.
So my worries of killing someone in the gallery went away.
Good thing, because I yanked the heck
out of my opening drive.
I settled down by our third hole, though,
just missing a 20-footer for birdie and tapping in for par.
Hideki still had a little work for his par
when the dreaded horn sounded.
We shared a good chuckle as he imitated
that horn a couple times,
but our group wasn't doing much laughing
as took golf carts back to the clubhouse.
Then we waited
Lucas Glover ate ice cream,
Tony Finau got a haircut,
Patrick Reed got a massage.
At least, I think the naked facedown dude
a few feet away from my locker was Patrick Reed.
What's the deal with that?
The weather isn't that bad.
Whoops, never mind.
Play was canceled.
What a day.
No more golf.
No more Hideki.
I hadn't even asked him about his filthy curve ball yet,
or if he could teach me that cool pause
at the top of his backswing.
And I'd wasted a great outfit, too.
For three freakin' holes!
We said goodbye to Hideki
and I went to get my car to drive home.
You're the Subaru?
The valet exclaimed.
I nodded, but really wished he'd kept his voice down.
Mr. Ferrari, Ian Poulter, was standing right there.
Anyway, the experience had been short, but sweet.
As far as Wednesdays go, I really can't complain.