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Where did DangerousGolfer.com come from?

It was a bright and sunny September day in northern Kentucky. My oldest brother was getting married the following afternoon, so the Addison men headed out for a round of golf - as has become our pre-wedding tradition. Bill, the father; Christian, the groom; Jonathan, the middle child; and Jacob (me), the youngest. It should have been a happy day.

You know that rule in golf that the person who is away hits first? That’s a good rule. We usually follow it, but anger and dissension being what they are, sometimes folks go their own way.

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Jonathan walked about 15 yards ahead of me to find his ball in the rough. I had driven the middle of the fairway (for once), and had a clear second shot at the green. As Jonathan took his practice swings about 70 degrees to my right, I eyed the pin with a Pro Kennex 5-wood in my grip. Not a moment after I grazed the side of the ball with the toe of my club, Jonathan turned to face what would undoubtedly be the best shot of any sibling conflict in our nearly 30 year relationship. Perhaps if I hadn’t called his name out of sheer panic the ball would have hit him in the back. Maybe the shoulder. Instead he turned. Thud.

Have you ever seen a cracked sternum? If not, you should. If you have, I assure you the entertainment value is greatly heightened by a die-cast imprint of a reconditioned Titleist 2 in the middle of your big brother’s chest. I thought he was dead. I’m not sure he knew he wasn’t. Regardless, he didn’t speak to me for the rest of the day. If the following afternoon hadn’t been our eldest brother’s wedding, perhaps he could have held out longer.

Within two weeks of this event, the newly married brother hit an 11 year old in the leg off of a drive, my father rained down a par-three tee shot off the roof of an elderly man’s cart, and I nearly replayed the sternum incident with the other brother (thank God for that metal support that holds up a golf cart ceiling).

It was then that we realized we truly are dangerous golfers. Not only do we threaten bodily harm verbally at every tee box, but anyone within reach of our drives, chips or putts (that’s right, I said putts) is on borrowed time.

And it’s hard to get better. Playing four, maybe five times a summer; having a yearly golf budget of $100 and a gift certificate - these things don’t assist in the effort. My wife says that I should quit. I never come home happy, and sometimes someone is injured. As true as these things may be, I can’t stop. Hardly anyone can. There’s something about the game of golf that makes you think you might be making progress. Maybe it’s a fifteen footer for bogey, or a drive down the middle of the fairway, but there’s always something in each round that gives you hope.

That’s where DangerousGolfer.com comes into play. What if there was a website just for bad golfers? What if breaking a hundred was a sign of progress? What if there were little things that each of us could do, products we could use, and stories that we could share that would give hope for more of those little victories that can go so far in this great game?

That’s what we hope this website will be. We’ll cover serious tips from serious golfers, talk about the places you’re most likely to play golf and how to maximize your efforts there, and help each other figure out the next step in reaching the next milestone. Along the way we’ll laugh at ourselves, each other, and others who don’t know we’re laughing, but if we can keep just one of our family members out of urgent care, it will all be worth it.

Jacob Addison
DangerousGolfer.com Founder