Buttercuts- #7

Into The Fog

March 16, 2024

Me and T-Sweat

The Course at Sewanee

The Course at Sewanee. Sewanee, Tennessee

The hour long drive from Murfreesboro to Sewanee, Tn felt like a drive down to the local convenience store for a gallon of milk with my boy, Tommy Sweat. We were off on a journey, not a round of golf, to play the 9-Hole track at Sewanee. We talked all things Fulton hoops as the Falcons play for a state title tonight vs Ridgeway. “Uncle Tommy”  is young enough to be my son but mature beyond his years.  

I have longed to play the course at Sewanee for a few years and a trip to Murfreesboro for the boys state hoops tourney provided the perfect excuse to venture 60 miles for 4 hours of torture and the time of our life. 

My trusty weather app showed beautiful sunny weather all day and we were set to enjoy a morning of purist golf- walk the course, play the ball as it lies, respect the rules of the game, and enjoy the beauty around us. My weather app was full of shit but we played the game the way it’s supposed to be played and that includes caring more about who you play with vs where you play. 

Sewanee is a gem. More traditional than quirky. I thought it would be Sweetenesque but I was wrong. It rolls across terrain and plays like a traditional course and by traditional, I mean it has length and teeth at every turn. We played the first 9 holes hitting straight into the fog. Honestly, no idea where we were supposed to hit it but trusting tree lines and cart paths and it was freaking awesome. It was the best course I’ve ever played that I’ve never seen. Hitting into the fog like Jack London never felt so easy and pure and ironically, I hit the ball better when I didn’t know the target.

Into the Fog

Tommy Sweat is the official voice of Fulton basketball and a 2021 Fulton grad and his golf game showed promise from the first tee. His sweet swing and form looked pure and didn’t relent for the next 4 hours. His approach to golf is free and easy and resembles the game he brought to 2509 on the football field and basketball court. Steady, reliable but able to step on the gas when needed.

I joined Tommy on the radio broadcast to provide color commentary of our basketball games at the TSSAA state basketball tournament. And to be clear, all this really includes is a front row seat for me and I offer a few jokes. Listening to Tommy call the game is poetry in motion. His combination of hoops knowledge and passion for Fulton basketball permeates through the microphone like the golf ball coming off his driver- pure and powerful. His delivery and call of the game is flawless. 

Tommy Sweat roping one on #2 at The Cousre at Sewanee

We finished the first 9 holes and went into the clubhouse to settle up. When we got out of the car at 7:15, we were the only two people on the property besides the groundskeeper who was nice enough but looked like he spent time as an extra on the movie set of Friday the 13th. I told Tommy I liked him but wasn’t making eye contact with the guy. Four dudes from Chattanooga joined us as we waited for the clubhouse to open and after pleasantries, they said, “the course is really hard, lower your expectations…” Really made me want to jump on the 1st tee and have a go at the place…

Hole 3/12…

The vibe at Sewanee (you have to say that in a hushed whisper…) is really cool and laid back. Not going to lie, I figured it might be a bit stuffy but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. It feels more like your local, friendly muni where they treat you like family vs the University of the South’s swanky little course. And is it Sewanee or University of the South? We didn’t get the answers to that question so I guess we will have to have a repeat performance like the Fulton basketball team in the state tourney. 

The Course at Sewanee

Oh, the Falcons did repeat as class 3A state basketball champions. We told the man that ran the clubhouse about the broadcast of the game and he said he would listen on his drive home. I’m betting he did and I’m betting he was cheering on the Falcons as he drove over and through the mountains on his way home. It’s easy to cheer for this group of young men. They work hard everyday, represent the best we have to offer at Fulton, they are coachable, tough-minded, and they do it all with respect for the game, the opponent, and each other. These guys will be great husbands, fathers, men, and success will find them. 

2024 3A State Champions

Much like the Sewanee golf course, Fulton basketball lore and legacy only grows. I want to go back and play that course, walk its hills, appreciate its beauty, understand its nuisances. The same can be said for Fulton basketball- you watch them once and you want to go back. It’s the way they play the game. All heart, guts, passion, toughness, and desire. A great season can happen but sustained excellence takes a relentless pursuit and a steadfast approach and that’s exactly what Jody Wright, aka Chief, has done for the last 40 years. He is building a resume that will not be touched and is still going strong. He simply will not settle for anything less than your best, shows you how to achieve it, and holds your feet to the fire on getting it done. There is no back down, no let up, no excuses and his teams repeatedly maximize their talent and get results. I wish he could do this for my golf swing but we can work on that. 

I went to work at Fulton in 2002 and had the opportunity to coach with Chief. Working with him is like getting a PhD in team building, game planning, teaching, how to treat other people, man to man defense, and how to make men. Now, I’m the principal and his boss but I’ll never stop listening to him teach, never stop going to him for advice, and never stop being one of his biggest fans. 

Let’s do it again in 2025. Back to Sewanee and back to the Boro!

Buttercuts- #6

March 12, 2024

45 Holes at The Club

50-60ish and Blue Skies 

Me and May

Leave the World Behind 

Approach to 9 green

What started out as a tip for a good movie turned out to be the theme for the day. May had suggested the movie, Leave the World Behind, and that’s what  we did for 45 holes on an absolutely gorgeous day. We played 18 and said what the hell, let’s go for more. We went for 9 more and saw no reason to stop. That led to more golf, which led to more golf… Some days you just can’t get enough. The golf was decent but the day was a masterpiece. 

May has surpassed me as the official King of the Nerds in our little golf world but I can still make him earn it. He is the #1 ranked player in the ONGR for a reason and after I missed an Augusta National 10 foot slider on the 45th hole, he beat me by 1 stroke on the day. 

May getting the back 9 started right with a bomb off 10 tee

Not even the Golden Girls foursome in front of us could dampen our spirits on this day. They moved at a snail’s pace for the entire 18 holes. It was almost enjoyable to watch them labor over every shot. They would “meet at the flagstick ” and then separate to toil over their 2 foot putts and they putted everything out. No gimmes with these ladies. We picked up one of their putter covers and tried to yell at them but their hearing was somehow worse than mine and they drove off only to circle back a hole later. One of the ladies lost a club and as she asked us if we saw it, you could see the disdain in her eyes and she lamented, “I’ve had a bad day…” game respects game and I could see myself fitting in nicely with the ladies- tee off from the up tees and play the ball as it lies, purist kind of stuff.

The Golden Girls meandering off the 15th green. All pondering how they missed the 2 footer and questioning their “flagstick in at all cost” approach

I mysteriously and miraculously had 140 yard shots on about every hole. No lie, it became another joke of the day but I’ll be damned if it didn’t keep happening. Swing your swing and dance with the fat lady that brought you, I went with the trusty little hybrid from that distance and started to see better results. The game doesn’t care what club you pull from the bag, it only cares that you commit to the shot and give it all you got. My game off the tee continues to be pretty strong, just nailing fairway after fairway and today I had some pop from the vaunted white tees. My putter was off most of the day but minimized damage on the green except for a 4-putt or two.. . May turned into Scottie Scheffler and that kept me hanging around. 

Top: The Par 3 165 yard 3rd hole. Bottom: Approach to #8 late in the day.

As the sun began to set and the day was winding down, we knew we stole another one at The Club.  I’ll watch the movie soon enough but I left the world behind for a day and I’m not sure you can top that!

Buttercuts- #3

Saturday, February 24, 2024

WindRiver Golf Club

48 degrees, overcast/cloudy/insane wind

May, Capt, A-Hole

Late February golf is never a picnic but today turned into the Carnoustie Open. Mostly benign, albeit cold, conditions on the front 9 turned into a British Open qualifier on the back. May saw what was  coming and called it quits after 10 holes. He claimed he had a birthday party to attend but I’m calling BS on that. He wanted no part of the gauntlet on the back 9 with mother nature wreaking havoc on every hole. 

Par stood no chance in the blustery weather. It became survival of the fittest and we all stood on the 18th green (except for May, he was at a “party”…) with a newfound respect for each other. We had survived the elements and were better for it, except May, he got worse today. He quit… 

My game was a mix of fairway finders, up and downs, worm burners, and scud missiles with a little fade- hook to them. It all left much to be desired. I have a goal of more up and downs from 60 yards in- that’s what you do when you can’t hit a green if your life depended on it. I managed a few nice ones and I’ll take that. It seemed like we played every hole into a scene from the movie, The Perfect Storm, my golf ball trying to ride over the crashing waves, only to tumble and stumble back to my feet… 

But a good time was had by all. A-Hole is such a great dude and I love playing with him. He’s really the opposite of an A-Hole which makes calling him A-Hole all the more enjoyable. Capt spits data and analytics like I throw out cuss words- plenty and often… we are in an intense battle to see who can shave strokes off their handicap. Stay tuned for the ultimate King of the Nerds contest. It was great to get May back out to the Club and the white tees threw him off a bit. Some guys can handle a curveball and some can’t… 

I hit 10 FW and 2 GIR, w/ 32 putts… Strong showing but I feel things turning the corner and regardless, I’m having a blast playing again. I told Capt this week that I play golf to, “have a great time with my boys.” Mission accomplished. 

Final tally:

May- DQ

Me- 88

Capt- 90

A-Hole- 97