editor’s letter
W h e n
Jake
took
the job at
Southeastern as the
golf coach,
I knew I’d
be happy for
him. It was
somewhat of a dream for him
to one day coach a golf team.
He had worked on the golf
club side for over 20 years,
and while he loved going to
the course every day, his true
passion was teaching and developing new golfers.
What I didn’t know about
this job was how much I was
going to love it. I absolutely love being team mom. My
typical answer when someone
asks what I think about Jake’s
new job is that I absolutely
love the players.
I’ve been teaching now for
10 years at the college level,
and I love the students I teach.
I have developed relationships
with quite a few of them as
I’ve followed them through
the beginning of their careers.
I even have 10 or 12 who I
can safely call friends now
that they have gotten jobs at
media outlets and are well on
their way.
But this is different.
It brings me back to our
children’s time on team sports
and the rush of the win – as
well as the bonding that takes
place when the win doesn’t
happen. It’s watching those
young men lean and depend
on each other for their scores.
It also is a seeing them lean
on Jake and his decades of
knowledge for the game.
I spend a lot of time telling
the truth about Jake and his
on- and off-course reality, but
I have to say that he has really
found his place in this world.
And so have I.
We now have 10 new sons
– the nine who were on the
team last year and the new
one Jake just added to the
team. Our kids know them
and root for them as well.
And when James Anstiss was in contention before
he won the Louisiana State
Amateur Championship last
month, I was as nervous as
I was watching Shayne play
shortstop at Baton Rouge
Community College.
That’s when I knew it truly was love that we have for
these kids. He wasn’t playing
for the school, and we were
truly there just watching him
do what he loved do