Tee’d OffGreg Chennault has loved the sport of golf since he was a kid, when his parents lived in a gated community with its own small course for residents. Then, Greg’s backyard butted up against the fairway. On clear days, he would lie beneath the bushes, head in his hands, and watch the graceful swings of the golfers as they played through his line of vision. Whenever his father wanted to mow the lawn, Greg’s duty was to tramp through the grass in search of errant golf balls, which he kept in a bucket behind the shed.
When he was twelve years old, he jumped the fence separating their yard from the course and trooped toward the club house, determined to get a closer look at the sport. Watching Nicklaus play on TV was one thing; feeling the springy grass under his feet and the cool breez
