Ok, so if you’re still here you may be curious to know what I learned about Senator Paul from my 5 Years of spying on him.  Sorry to disappoint, but I got nothing dirty for you. I’m not sure if I can ever recall seeing him drink alcohol in the 5 years, at least certain I never saw him crossed or impaired.  Which if you’ve ever hung around a Private Country Club is a rarity.  Dr. Paul never showed up unexpectedly.  He was always courteous enough to call ahead and let us know he was en route, and politely ask if we could have his clubs and pull cart ready.  If I missed his call or the attendants I asked to retrieve failed to have his things ready, he was never above anyone to walk into our basement and do it himself.  And in all the times we’d have to cross paths after failing to do such a simple task he was never condescending.

If something was out of place or wrong, he’d almost always be the first to let me know.  One time it was actually him that notified me of a copperhead snake coiled up in our water fountain out on the back nine after he came face to face with it while taking a drink.  One Notable Adventures of a Golf Pro Journal Entry later, I had to muster up the courage of David to reach behind the cooler and disconnect it to get out the snake.  A pair of great binoculars assisted my view from my advantage point behind the counter.  On one occasion, after sneakily entering the pro shop, Dr. Paul reminded me that nobody was golfing at the pool.  I replied “just making sure nobody was drowning”.  To which he replied, “We have lifeguards for that”.  I was busted.

Dr. Paul was a busy and successful surgeon before serving as Senator who managed to play once or twice a weak in season.  He would typically accomplish that by sneaking out solo for 9 or 18 holes very early and occasionally in the evening for 9 holes with his son Robert. You might find him playing politics by participating in the Senior’s Game on Wednesday at lunch, but that was a rarity.  I never saw him ride in a cart, he enjoyed walking and mostly played solo. I’m guessing while playing with President Trump however, if the President rides, you ride.   

Dr. Paul got around the golf course very quickly for a walker. He doesn’t mess around.  I had the pleasure on several occasions of catching up with him on the golf course as I’d be out practicing before or after my duties running the golf shop. I was always afraid I might bother him, but he’d allow me to play into the clubhouse with him.  And as a student of the game, his was one to admire.  He doesn’t try to be your out of the box 3d model perfect golf swing guy. He plays his game.  And has his own unique swing, but the tempo is beautiful and he controls his ball well.  Rand is a straight shooter who keeps it in the fairway and gets it near or on the green with consistency.  And with the hands of a surgeon had a very productive short game.  Although, that analogy may not hold water as I recall a Plastic Surgeon from the club who couldn’t make a 2-footer if there was a dollar riding on it.  Sorry, Dr. Z.

The game of golf closely resembles life and it reveals the character of it’s players.  It is the primary reason the game is important to business.  Dr. Paul holds true to the tradition and honor of the game.  He plays the ball down, he counts them all. And he doesn’t waste his time looking in the weeds for free balls.  In conclusion, the man is a Patriot and great family man.  He knows more about the Constitution and History than 97% of his colleagues.  He serves his Country, the Senate, and the Constitution in the same way he plays the game. By staying on task and upholding to the rules.  Senator Paul is always fighting to uphold our Constitution and I commend him for being one of the handful of Republican Senators that does so. 

A commonly asked question amongst golfers is who would be your dream foursome.  Mine would have to be POTUS, myself, Dr. Paul, and Dr. Ben Carson.  Truth-talking Realtors vs. the Surgeons, losers buy lunch.  If there is a make-a-wish sort of foundation for veterans of the great meme wars, let’s make this happen.

Merry Christmas,