Bradford Rhea sculpted The Golfer out of a tree standing right next to the first tee. I wonder if that was more intimidating for Bradford or for the golfers? Bradford recalls watching the groups tee off, and thinking how cool it looked to him, and how it looked like such an adventure. After telling a handful of golfers how fun it looked, one of them invited him out, and if Bradford gleaned even more respect for the game of golf because of just how difficult it is! If you don’t have the world’s most beautiful golf swing, maybe this poem will help straighten things out for you…

Cracking drives and Eagle dreams,
On crisp and sunny dawns;
Fairways stretch toward distant greens,
Twixt trees o'er emerald lawns;
Woods and irons and lofty chips,
That land next to the pin:
Give those who've ever held club's grips,
The lure to play again.