Thomas Robinson checks his stance, checks the wind, checks his stance again, brings the driver above his head, and swings with a smooth if unpracticed motion. His eyes track the little golf ball as it sails through the air, until it finally comes to rest some distance in the general direction of the hole. Thomas looks back at his partner and grimaces.
"You know, you're generally supposed to keep the ball on the part of the course that gets mowed regularly. They call it a fairway"
Theodore Robinson wears a sly grin on his face as he steps up to tee off. However, it's not too long after he swings that he, too, winces in pain.
"Bad luck on that sand trap, Dad. I think I saw it move right before your ball landed."
The San Antonio Country Club has put on a special: 18 holes for a donation to St. Jude's. For the Robinsons, a little philanthropy is just an excuse to take the day off. It is, ostensibly, a charity open. Neither of these golfers are keeping track of their score particularly closely.
Two men, father and son. Two world-class athletes. And they both suck at golf.
"You know, you're generally supposed to keep the ball on the part of the course that gets mowed regularly. They call it a fairway"
Theodore Robinson wears a sly grin on his face as he steps up to tee off. However, it's not too long after he swings that he, too, winces in pain.
"Bad luck on that sand trap, Dad. I think I saw it move right before your ball landed."
The San Antonio Country Club has put on a special: 18 holes for a donation to St. Jude's. For the Robinsons, a little philanthropy is just an excuse to take the day off. It is, ostensibly, a charity open. Neither of these golfers are keeping track of their score particularly closely.
Two men, father and son. Two world-class athletes. And they both suck at golf.