I was born in the middle of the night amidst the worst blizzard of that winter. To my parents horror, the doctor said there were complications. My umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck, cutting the oxygen to my brain for over a minute. This lead to my disability known as Cerebral Palsy. The doctor told my parents that they would have to wait and see if I would even be able to walk (let alone eventually play golf avidly)!

I practiced for hours in my back yard with just a 7 iron. My grandfather, who became my earliest coach, said I had the most natural swing he had ever seen. I asked my parents for a full set of clubs the Christmas before my first year of high school. I had intentions of going out for the schools golf team. I practiced that entire spring, summer, and fall leading into my freshman year of high school. I thought for sure I’d make the team that spring! That was not to be as I broke my right arm 3 consecutive times over the course of my first year. When tryouts came around my arm was so atrophied I was unable to do anything but putt! But I knew I had a year to rehab. Every portion of my workouts dealt with some aspect of the game of golf. And education of course. My grandfather was wise enough to understand that my only chance to make my high school’s team was to have an impeccable short game. To the extent that he would not even let me hit my driver, only my 3 wood off the tee. Well after an entire year of workouts, practice in the backyard, occasional range work, and weekly visits to the chip & put course, I made the JV team and my love affair with the mistress we all love (and hate) began in earnest! By the end of my high school career I had made the Varsity team!

Some time past and I built up a brand aptly called, JaysGolf! Unfortunately I injured myself and in that time I worked on my skills as a photographer and retouch artist. Visit Jaysphoto.net to view my portfolio!