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On my 25th birthday, I guess one could say I had a minor quarter-life crisis. I wasn’t depressed, just anxious. The previous few years were incredible; was in good health, I graduated college, had a great paying job and last May (07’) moved to Southern California.

I asked myself if the life route I was on, especially career wise, was in the direction I wanted to be in. And, well, it wasn’t.

So, I saved up a little cash, and then decided to get back in-shape, obtain my amateur status and practice golf every single day. This is my story...

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Looking For A Place
Written By: Erik Tammar on Jun 04 2008
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The past few days I’ve been hanging out at Green Way driving range working hard on my approach shots and chipping. Things are going well. From 60 yards – IN, there’s a sense of confidence that didn’t exist before.

I informed my Thai golfing friends at there I’ll be leaving on Saturday. While no one speaks much English, they all seemed sad to hear of the departure and asked (in pigeon English) when I’ll be back, but, my response was, “I’m not sure”…

It might be because of the news, but, the women who run the range decided it was finally time to graduate and use the “ball scooper” when collecting balls with the staff every few hours (there’s no motorized ball retriever, so the range is shagged by hand). It’s a nice tool because you can pick up balls 4-5 balls at once before dropping it into the bucket. In return, they’ve been letting me hit full 2 gallon pails for free, saving me $3/day.

Saturday I arrive in Los Angeles. The feeling is bittersweet; I don’t want to leave, but, it’s time to come home and figure out the next chapter in this adventure. Not having much money left, and needing a place to live, I put an ad up on Craigslist stating my case.

Link:http://orangecounty.craigslist.org/sha/704620155.html

A couple of guys I know once hitched-hiked across 50 states in 50 days all by word of mouth over the web. I figure if they can do that, there’s got to be some folks out there looking to help a golfer get back on his feet.

A few responses came in already. One real estate agent responded, basically saying I’m an idiot and I should plan on “driving a cab at night”, but, a couple others said to give them a ring because we might be able to work something out.

So tonight (2 am Thailand time) I’m going to give these generous folks a call and see if they’ll take me up on the offer to make them 80s golfers in return for a place to live. Hopefully it will work out, and if not, I might just have to drive cross country to go surprise my folks at their summer house! Just imagine the look on their faces if that happens!

 




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About Erik Tammar

During the summer of 1995, at a range on a washed-out beach-day day in Cape Cod, MA a small crowd gathered as I was hitting golf balls. Some of the onlookers asked my parents when I began taking lessons…they explained this was the first time I had ever swung a club.

A month later my folks purchased a junior set of clubs and 2 lessons for me. During the next 2.5 years, from April-November, I would play as much golf as I could, mostly at my local municipal course in Schenectady, NY.

During this time period I had accomplished a number of completed rounds in the 80s (from the white tees) and played in one local Jr. PGA event. At the end of the summer of 98” I turned 16, got my drivers license, a job at Jiffy Lube, and with the exception of a few random rounds or trip to the range, I left the game of golf for almost 8 years.

I am now 25 and for about a year I have been playing on and off again. The game is totally different from my youth; clubs are bigger, my grip, the swing motion is unfamiliar, and it doesn’t help I am about 100lbs heavier.

August 16, 2007 was my birthday and I guess one could say I had a minor quarter-life crisis. I wasn’t depressed, just anxious. The past few years were incredible; was in good health, I graduated college, had a great paying job and last May (07’) moved to Southern California.

I asked myself if the life route I was on, especially career wise, was in the direction I wanted to be in. And, well, it wasn’t…

My awakening at 25 was that Life is too short, and while making money is really great, I needed to start focusing more on doing things I love, because after all, you can’t take it with you.

So, I’ve saved up a little cash, and decided that for the next year I’m going to get back in-shape, obtain my amateur status and practice golf every single day.

I will be accompanied by my good freind Evan (left) who’s jumped on board to help promote this website. I’m also hoping to meet some enthusiasts along the way to help pitch in and achieve our goal to make the PGA Tour.

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