His pastime back then was going to thrift shops in the Seattle area, buying old golfer pants and sweaters. He was about 17 when he coined himself Professor Macklemore. No, for real, ask your grandpa / C an I have his hand-me-downs?īen Haggerty was about six years old when the West Coast was doing the Humpty Hump and introducing him to hip-hop. I’ma take your grandpa’s style / I’ma take your grandpa’s style Savin’ my money and / I’m hella happy that’s a bargain Passin’ up on those moccasins/ S omeone else has been walking inīummy and grungy, fuck it man / I am stuntin’ and flossin’ and (Jordan Jimenez / Special to The Athletic)Ĭoppin’ it, washin’ it / ‘ Bout to go and get some compliments “For me,” Macklemore, an 11-handicap who once dipped as low as 78 on the scorecard, said as he reached for his putter, “it is a reminder that I am an addict.” Those seconds of liberation when strategy and execution and discipline must surrender to the elements and the sovereignty of their whims. Right now, it’s about those moments of serenity as the ball soars with wings of ambition. It was flush in the middle of the green.īut it’s not so much about where it lands, not yet for the new convert to golf obsession. His face flashed a should-be-fine smirk though he couldn’t see where it landed.Īs he pulled up to the green, parking behind a bunker, he could see his ball. He switched clubs and took another hack, lofting the ball out of the shadow of the trees and towards the flag. He was the only one playing, so Macklemore was leisure in pace. When you’re wearing a powder blue and cream cardigan, with matching powder blue slacks, chill is the vibe. Not even when he discovered his ball left of the fairway on the perfectly brown dirt, spattered with earthy debris of twigs, rocks and pine cone fragments. The curving second shot produced no frustration in Macklemore. It again caromed off another towering evergreen conifer. He took another cut, the ball again disappearing into the California heavens. This time, the blood orange flag in the distance was visible as he pulled out an iron. Seattle’s rap star grinned at his fortune as he parked his cart next to where his tee shot landed. It banked off a tree, cracking the silence, and bouncing onto the edge of the fairway. The uncertainty of his ball’s flight was answered by a loud thud. The ball soared, bending left suddenly as if its GPS glitched, disappearing into the pale blue sky. Or the protective presence of the Monterey pine trees lining the hole and blocking out the bustle of the world.Īfter a few practice swipes, he stood over the ball, reared the club back and smacked it. Or the inspiring vibrance of the green grass. Those details mattered less than the refreshing crisp of the coastal wind.
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PEBBLE BEACH - Macklemore took out his driver and the smile beneath his handlebar mustache slowly morphed into a pensive stare.