My Bio

Howdy, my name is Robby and I am The Cringe Golfer!

So why do I call myself “the cringe golfer”?

I love Golf but sometimes (most of the time) my game and some of the places I play, are a bit cringe worthy. But sometimes I get lucky and pull off a nice shot or a long putt. My game is just really inconsistent. One shot I look like I know what I am doing and the next shot I look like I am just getting started. My social media bio reads, “I’m a scratch golfer trapped in a high handicappers body”.

Anyways! My personal bio?

I live in Texas. I am 50 years old or older, depending on when you read this. I have been happily married for 26 years and have two young adult daughters.

I am self employed as an affiliate for Rakuten and Amazon and I am a golf content creator. I can also repair computers!

How did I get started playing golf?

Many years ago my step grandfather introduced me to the game by asking me to be his caddy during the Thursday night scrambles, at the local municipal Golf Course. Before the round he would give me an old putter while he practiced, and let me putt around the practice green. After a while I actually got halfway decent at it. This is what sparked my interest and it grew from there.

I also use to help him at his cabinet shop during spring break and during the summer. We were taking a break to eat lunch one time and I asked him if he would show me how to swing a golf club. I was about 12 years old then I think. He said ok, but first he wanted me to cut the weeds down behind the shop and he handed me a grass whip tool to do it with. I said okay reluctantly, but I’ve never used a grass whip, how does it work? So he took the grass whip in his hands, showed me how to hold it and how to swing it back and forth, using my body, turning to get out of the way, and letting gravity do the work. Then gave me the whip back and said, try that. So I went behind the shop and tried cutting the weeds, using it like he showed me. He watched for a bit and then gave me a few pointers to get lower to the ground and smoother. Then he walked off and back to work in the shop.

I came back into the shop after a while, all out of breath, and said I was done. I then asked him, can we now go to the golf course and you teach me the golf swing? He said, golf course? You just learned the basics of the golf swing, right there behind the shop! He said, just keep doing what I showed you using that grass whip and work on cutting it closer to the ground without gouging it behind you and you’ve got it! But I was disappointed because there was no ball and no golf course! Later he bought me a set of some old clubs at a garage sale and he let me hit some plastic balls out behind the shop.

I was 14 before I finally got to play on an actual course, but it was with my best friend Chris and not my grandfather. I had my own garage sale clubs and he borrowed his, without asking, from his step dad. This was during the summer and we were home alone usually. And we went with another friend Eric, who’s grandparents took us down to the course. They didn’t know we didn’t ask.

Anyway, I sort of knew the rules of the game and sort of knew how to swing the club but Chris hadn’t before. So I tried to teach him what my grandfather showed me but it didn’t go too well, and I remember some club tosses! Anyway! I think I shot way over 100 for my 1st 18 holes that day. We also got in some trouble after because we went without asking and Chris’ step dad didn’t like that he used his clubs without knowing what he was doing with them. I think we were grounded for a week!

So eventually I started to get better and shot under par at the same course I 1st played on! But now after having quit for 30 years, I barely break 90!