Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you imagined. — Henry David Thoreau

“You are standing on the greatest finishing hole in golf!” my caddy casually informed me as I stood on the
18th tee box of Pebble Beach Golf Links. The 18th tee box is built on a small precipice that juts out over
the Pacific Ocean with only a little split-rail fence between golfers and the water below. While I waited for
the others in my group to tee off, I listened to the waves crashing onto the rocks, enjoying the Pacific breeze
against my face and breathing in that distinctive ocean air. The 18th is a 548-yard par-5 dogleg left, hugging the ocean all the way up the left-hand side. I hit a sizzling drive up the right side, and as I walked up that famous fairway, I felt as though thousands of fans were cheering me on. I sensed that I was not alone but following in the spike marks of every golfing great who ever lived. I know it sounds a little crazy but I felt among them. As I putted out, I wanted to tip my hat to the crowd and throw my golf ball to the five-year-old boy in the front row before I headed for the scorer’s tent. Of course, there was no crowd, there were no autograph seekers, and there was no scorer’s tent. It was just my foursome and our caddies and a few Japanese tourists taking photos of this picturesque hole. Emotion overwhelmed me, taking my breath away as the 18th green faded into the background. Johnny Miller wasn’t going to stop me on the way to the clubhouse for the winner’s interview, but I had walked in the footsteps of Ben Hogan, Arnold Palmer, Jack Nicklaus, and Tom Watson.