Santa Claus is coming to town.
I love Santa Claus, but I love my Dad even more.
I found out there was no Santa when I was 7. My Dad passed away when I was 25. I turned 46 two weeks ago.
I think the idea of Santa is great. I think the idea that your Dad is stronger than Superman and wiser than Solomon is great too.
After I found out that there was no Santa, it didn't bother me, in fact, I rejoiced in knowing I would help the kids younger than me believe. After I realized my Dad wasn't perfect, I loved him even more. He was human just like me.
Homer Kelley was not a perfect man, and did not write a perfect book. The book he tried to write would have taken a team of folks.
What I suggest is that everyone look at THE GOLFING MACHINE for what it is, not what it isn't.
Santa Claus IS real—he is an idea, part of the gift giving and charity that make Christmas' non-religious side, a very good one for mankind.
THE GOLFING MACHINE is an idea as well. That golf is part science, and that part should be a known quantity, not some fiction.
If you believe every word in the book is gospel, and you base your playing or teaching on that fact, I offer a sincere suggestion: Keep learning, trust nothing, get better every day.
It is a tough pill to swallow, because, shoot, wouldn't it be nice IF the book was perfect?
But folks, that's life. Your Dad isn't stronger than Superman, and Superman isn't real either.
That doesn't take a THING away from my Dad, who would be 80 years old this Christmas. My Dad always said:
"Boogs, there HAS to be a system...."
He was right—so keep looking, digging, teaching, playing, attending, questioning, writing, publishing, helping, and we'll all get closer every day.
Happy Birthday, Pops.