“MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST SKIP GOING TO DICK’S…” My 21 year old son Ben and I are motoring out of Bloomington—home of Indiana University and where Ben is in his senior year at the Kelley Business School—and heading up to Indianapolis to play Pete Dye’s Brickyard Crossing Golf Club, which is located adjacent to the International Motor Speedway, home to the Indy 500 and numerous other races. We were unable to get a tee time on the IU course, which has just re-opened after a years worth of upgrades and which Ben has deemed, “hard as hell.”. We played Cascades, a local muni yesterday and both shot 39 on the back 9. We were excited, as BCGC has been ranked in the “Top 100 public courses” in the U.S. Ben needed balls, but this* would’ve cut our warmup time to zero, and its become a peeve of mine to always have some time preceding a round of golf to loosen up, and prep. Especially when playing an unknown course. Anyway, the audible was called and we headed north in our cars with sunny dispositions, matching the blue sky and bright sun outside. Ben had become passionate about golf this past summer, playing with his friends all over the place, and, as well, at our home club Chicago Highlands. I introduced the game to him as a kid, and he played 4 years at his high school, Oak Park River Forest. Unfortunately, that experience had been marred by a vindictive, and unhappy man who had somehow convinced the school he was a “coach.” I still regret not being more proactive with my concerns and chagrin, as this guy had NO fans among the kids. Never mind his actual talent re: teaching the game of golf. I digress—all past history. We were now full speed ahead into the unknown, and another try at what I term “the Infinite Humbling” or, what many of said before, The greatest game of all.