Brandon Poppell
I remember the time when I was 12 and he saw that I liked golfing. I had been a few times before with my uncle, but wasn’t that good. I told him how good I was, so he took me to the driving range. On the first swing, I undercut the ball and dug the head of his driver into the ground. The head popped off, and he laughed so hard. We almost never took anything serious together. That was just the kind of Dad he was.