I have two vivid memories of golf competition in my 50 years of playing the game.  The first was a 45-foot uphill, curling putt I sank on the last hole of a 63-hole four-ball event at my home course in 1987 to beat Dick McAuliffe and his teammate; McAuliffe, a former professional baseball player with World Series experience, was a tenacious competitor, which made my stroke of good fortune even sweeter.  My putt vaulted our team from 3rd to 1st Place and earned us some nice prize money.

         The other event, a four-ball as well, was at the Father & Son Team Classic in Myrtle Beach in 2000.  My then 11-year

The Father & Son is played over more than a dozen courses in the Myrtle Beach area.

old son Tim was my partner and his handicap was down to about a 13, just a stroke or two north of my own at the time.  Because he was under 13, he was permitted to hit from the ladies tees, a big advantage for us and a mediating effect against teams with 20 somethings who hit the ball 275 yards and beyond.  Tim stayed with them with his 50-yard advantage, and we won the net competition in our flight, earning a crystal vase for wife and mother and some bragging rights for us.

         Many of you who read this blog have passed on the love of golf to your sons, daughters and, in some cases, your grandchildren.  Competition with one of them by your side is both fun and a bonding experience.  There is no bigger stage for that experience than the annual Father & Son Team Classic in Myrtle Beach, SC, held annually in late July.  The three-day event, played on a dozen or so area golf courses, attracts as many as 1,400 players.  The combinations of fathers and sons, sons-in law or grandsons are broken out into flights based on handicaps.  Each flight holds about 18 teams and carries the names of famous golfers.  (We've played in the Els, Floyd, and Nicklaus flights).  The competition is best ball on day one, followed by alternate shot and then the scramble (or captain's choice).   It is all great fun playing with and against teams of the same levels as you and your son (or father).

         The tournament is played over more than a dozen of Myrtle Beach's most popular courses, including the Barefoort Resort, Pine Lakes International, Grande Dunes and The Thistle Club (course assignments are random).  Because steamy July is actually the off-season for golf in Myrtle Beach (bring sunscreen and drink plenty of fluids), some of the resorts away from the beach offer substantial discounts for Father & Son competitors.  The team entry fee, which next year will be $1,175 ($225 off for previous competitors), includes breakfasts, an awards barbecue, all green fees and carts for the event, and $400 in credit at Martin's Golf Superstore, plus a few gifts.

         I don't know of any national father/daughter event, but a Father/Daughter International event will be held at the Greg Norman-designed Doonbeg golf resort in Ireland next July.  Last year's winners were from The Cliffs Communities in North Carolina.

         For more information about next year's Father & Son event, visit FatherSonGolf.com.

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The Thistle Golf Club, north of Myrtle Beach, is one of the courses in the Father/Son Team Championship rotation.

 

        I didn't think anything could get me to watch even 10 seconds of the Glenn Beck show again.  How ironic that it was a Beck rant about misinformation that compelled me to undergo visual root canal just one more time.

        Beck did a four-minute piece on his TV show in 2008 that charts National Association of Realtors predictions about the housing market against reality.  It is well-handled and must watching for any REALTOR, and interesting for the rest of us.  In short -- and you can watch it for yourself here -- Beck's timeline shows clearly that when an NAR chief economist pours forth words of optimism, the market tanks. A few times is a mistake; a long pattern of mistakes is something more than stupidity.

        First it was David Lereah, who may have been more selfish than stupid, since he was hyping the market through the NAR

If you bet your bottom dollar on NAR predictions, you may be reading this from the ledge of a tall building.

bullhorn while he was selling "Are You Missing the Real Estate Boom," his book about how to profit by buying real estate.  It hit the bookshelves in 2005, just before the market began to unravel; anyone who followed its advice is a pauper today.  Lereah passed the baton to protégé Lawrence "Little Orphan Annie" Yun, whose quarterly renditions of "The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow" have brightened the days of absolutely no one in his first two years in charge of the bullhorn.  Indeed, if you bet your bottom dollar on the NAR economists' advice, you are likely reading this from a breadline somewhere, or the ledge of a tall building.

         Most of the 1.3 million REALTORs have acted like loyal Moonies to the monolithic NAR, regardless of how obvious the economic jive has been.  Dues in the hundreds of dollars give agents permission to use capital letters in their titles.  The REALTOR designation, they believe, brings a certain luster that puts them at an advantage over non-affiliated agents like your editor, who would rather spend the money on a round of golf at Pebble Beach (although not until the market stabilizes). 

        Now, finally, REALTORS and those who watch the industry are calling for the NAR to get REAL.  One Connecticut

"I better run out and buy a house before they're all gone," wrote one commenter.

REALTOR, Linda Davis, who attended the NAR annual meeting in San Diego last week, wrote that Lawrence Yun's prediction of a 4% rise in home prices and 15% increase in sales in 2010 was "sunshine and lollipops." (Read her full comments here).  Another blog site, Wallet Pop, wrote that, "Lawrence Yun has never been right about anything."  A short comment at the Wall Street Journal's "MarketWatch" site, according to Ms. Davis' post, probably put it best:  "I better run out and buy a house before they're all gone."

        NAR rakes in from its members well over $300 million in revenues each year.  That buys a lot of influence in Washington and state legislatures, but the organization should put a little aside to purchase an honest economist.  Its members deserve at least that.