Best Dads Day Poem by Rob Sapp

Greeting cards and must do presents,
this one is different,
time is ticking.

it's Open week in San Diego.
Torrey South is taut.
locals a buzz,
majestic grandstands stand century over virgin links,
poised and ready for the ultimate test,
sun shiny day,
excitement building,
have to get there.

time to go,
now or never,
me and my dad.

brother Rich in tow,
we traverse the dusty path to glory,
suddenly,
we reach the land of the USGA,
white tents and green letters tell us the truth,
we are there,
in the biggest of shows.

blazing the trail,
what choice now,
left or right?
Across the oaken roots,
we journey forward,
destination glory.

soldiering on,
across the paths,
we take in the scene,
fans in shorts and hats,
electrified,
by the theatre at hand
we bump and glide,
today is special, game on...

walking the paths,
sweet smell of grass,
competing for the 'angle',
shots in our group.

who are these warrors,
with swords of steel,
touch of a surgeon,
earning their meal.

we watch and we wait,
sampling the play,
confident the show,
will crescendo this day.

hustle and wait,
crane for the shot,
who are we watching,
better or not.

smell of the grass,
strictness of rope,
Phil passing through, praying for hope.

me and my Dad,
we wander th e course,
everyman in tow,
we know who's the horse.

it's Tiger this day,
maybe Rocco instead,
we feel that we're sure,
seen the best players,
they've bitten the lure.

we sample the shots,
golf soldiers they fight,
circus we've entered,
the battle the light.