More than just a game between father and son

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The package arrived at the house on a late Wednesday morning, Sept. 24, 2003. In it was a signed photograph with a letter from Arnold Palmer to my father. Actually, it was a typed letter, but the contents of it were personal enough that it was obviously not a form letter, and it was hand signed.

As far back as I can remember, my dad played golf. Eighteen holes every Saturday, nine holes every Sunday, with his regular foursome, from April to October. In a good year, March to November, because, when you live in the Northeast, you play as much as the weather will allow you to.

It turns out, though, that my dad, Jim, a tennis player for a small Division III college in Alabama, only took up golf once we moved from New Jersey to Connecticut when I was 5 years old. That's when he met a neighbor who turned him onto the game -- much the same way he did me, not only for my competitive enjoyment, but for a career.

My dad and I played tennis and shot hoops and threw the football, but golf was one of the few sports we could play forever. Golf was also the sport he would watch the most on television, every late Sunday afternoon, usually after diligently washing his car -- much the way he did the grooves in his irons -- in our suburban driveway.

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I remember watching them all, too, from Curtis Strange to Fred Couples to Nick Faldo to Greg Norman to Tiger Woods. Craig Stadler was always a favorite because of his physical resemblance to my dad. Sometimes we'd even go to a golf tournament when the PGA TOUR went to Westchester, N.Y., or Hartford, Conn., or Williamsburg, Va., where we would make an annual summer trip to Kingsmill, site of the old Anheuser-Busch tournament, to visit my godparents and family friends.

There was, of course, Jack Nicklaus and Arnold Palmer, too. Both of them were well past their prime by the time I started watching golf with my dad as a kid, though I do remember Verne Lundquist bellowing out "Yesss sir!" and my dad welling up a bit when Nicklaus went on to win that 1986 Masters.

Nicklaus was always my dad's favorite golfer for two reasons: He was the best, and he was the most competitive. Maybe that explains why I have so much admiration for Tiger Woods.

Anyway, fast forward a few years to January 2000. I had a chance to play at Bay Hill, Arnie's club. Palmer had just come out with a new book and with my dad's birthday coming up at the end of the month, I figured it would be a neat gift. Then the guy in the golf shop told me "Mr. Palmer" could sign the book, too, so I left it there and picked it up the next day.

My dad liked to read, but my mom was the one who would churn through one book after another, mostly fiction. Dad preferred Tom Clancy or non-fiction like Lee Iacocca's biography. I knew he'd enjoy Arnie's book, which he did so much, in fact, that he now had a new favorite golfer, and his name wasn't Nicklaus or even Woods.

What my dad loved about Palmer, I think, was his connection with the fans and now, his connection with him, which, even though I never read the book myself, I could tell my dad felt by the way that he talked about the book and about Palmer.

A little over a year later, in early 2002, my dad was diagnosed with cancer -- Melanoma, stage 4. A year after that, we knew there would be no more golf in his future. No more Saturday or Sunday foursomes. No more watching the conclusion of whatever tournament was going on that week.

Knowing what was coming, though admittedly never really prepared for it, my brother, Jeff, and I wanted to do something for dad. We did a lot of things, actually, and one of them involved me reaching out to Arnold Palmer, who we thought could maybe call or send his thoughts. To be honest, I thought it was a bit of a stretch, but I got in touch with Doc Giffin, who handles a lot of Mr. Palmer's affairs, and I explained that my dad had cancer and how he was a big fan, even more so after reading Arnie's book. Doc said he would see what he could do.

Fast forward a couple of weeks to Sept. 24, 2003. The day began with my phone ringing in the wee hours of the morning and my brother telling me that our dad was gone. He was 57.

Golf was the furthest thing from my mind that morning as I drove to my dad's house to meet my brother and other friends and family. Yet there it was, a padded yellow envelope with a return address label bearing that little umbrella logo and the name Arnold Palmer Enterprises being delivered via UPS. In it was the letter and autographed photo addressed to "Jim."

Our dad never got to see the letter, but I suspect he was looking down while my brother and I read it. Later, we had it framed, along with lots of happy photographs of our dad, for his memorial service.

It has often been said that Palmer's connection with the fans transcended the game of golf. That day, and a lot of others I imagine, it certainly did.