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Butch Harmon (Author), Steve Eubanks (Author)
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May 9, 2006
Butch Harmon is the world’s number one golf coach. He taught Tiger Woods through one of the greatest stretches of victories in golf history (and, perhaps even more conspicuously, did not teach Tiger Woods following his unprecedented run), as well as superstars like Greg Norman, Adam Scott, Fred Couples, Darren Clarke, Natalie Gulbis, and Davis Love III. How did he become such a legendary teacher and mentor? The answer is simple: He learned from watching his father.

The Harmons are the First Family of golf, and Claude Harmon, Sr., was the greatest of them all. His skill as a player, an innovator, a teacher, a devoted father, a loyal friend, and a peer of giants such as Ben Hogan has gone largely unappreciated by all but those who knew him best. In this book by his son, he finally gets his due. In The Pro, Butch Harmon paints a compelling portrait of an era in sports before the emergence of big media and bigger money, and shows how the lessons he learned about life and golf at his father’s knee made him the man he is today.

The Pro is both a family and a golf memoir, as well as an inside look at what it takes to teach the Tigers of the world. It describes how Butch and his brothers, who are also teachers, transfer their father’s unique wit, wisdom, and philosophy to the next generation of golfers. Sometimes their advice relates to the game, sometimes they simply offer words of encouragement and motivation, sometimes they make pointed criticisms intended to shock their students into focus, and sometimes they try to impart simple advice about “walking around through life.” The Harmon brothers are teachers who share a special quality: All of their lessons are passed down from their father.

Millions of golf fans know Butch Harmon; many are even familiar with his father and brothers. But never before have we been given such an intimate look at life among the legends of golf. The Pro is the story of an extraordinary father and son that will resonate with anyone who has ever looked back on life and recognized the wisdom of their parents’ teachings.


"Golf's hard," Dad would say, pointing a meaty finger at me as if he were about to reveal the secret of the Rosetta Stone. “Good golf is damn hard, and championship golf is something only a few will ever see. But that’s how it should be. If it were easy, everybody would do it. And where’s the fun in that?”


From Butch Harmon, the world’s number one golf coach, comes the inside story of how he learned everything he knows about golf and life from his father, Claude Harmon, Sr. Both a family memoir and a reminiscence of growing up among the legends of sport, The Pro is a portrait of one extraordinary family and the game that will carry their legacy for years to come.

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Claude “Butch” Harmon, Jr., was Sports Illustrated’s Teacher of the Year in 1995 and is Golf Digest’s top golf instructor. An accomplished player on the PGA tour, he won the B.C. Open in 1971. Formerly coach to Tiger Woods and Greg Norman, his current roster includes Adam Scott, Fred Couples, Natalie Gulbis, and many other top players.

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"If It Were Easy, Everybody Would Do It"

"Golf is hard!"

Dad used to lurch forward with his arms out as he made this proclamation. While a little less than six feet tall, Dad was always big, a thick man with broad shoulders and a wide neck. When he lunged to make a point, he looked like a blitzing linebacker. His hands would go wide as if he were about to make a tackle. Then he would say,

"Golf's hard. Good golf is damn hard, and championship golf is so hard only a select few ever comprehend it. It's a cruel game. Think about it. A hundred and forty-four people play in the tournament, and a hundred and forty-three of them are going to lose. That's tough. The game chews you up, spits you out, and steps on you. It's those who get up and dust themselves off that make it. But that's how it should be. If it were easy, everybody would do it."

Dad pounded this point home to me and my brothers on more occasions than any of us can remember. He didn't always use the same words. One of his favorite expressions, for example, was, "Show me somebody who is practicing for today, and I'll show you somebody who has no chance of getting better tomorrow." This was another way of saying the same thing. Golf is hard. It takes a lot of work. If you want to play good golf, you had better be willing to put in long, hard hours, for an extended period of time. And in many cases, you have to get worse before you can get better.

My brothers and I knew he was right. To say "golf is hard" is like saying "the sky is blue" or "the world is round." It's axiomatic, which made Dad's passion for repeating it seem odd at times. I wanted to say things like, "Yeah, sure, Dad, okay, it's hard, so what does my spine angle look like at impact?" But he would never let us forget the point. Dad made sure we understood that golf was not a game you ever perfected. The moment you thought you had golf whipped, the game slapped you down and embarrassed you. Conversely, whenever you were ready to quit forever, a good thought and a good round came along and sparked the smoldering ember of hope.

He also drummed the message that golf was not a game of steady progressions. You don't get 10 percent better in the first six months and 10 percent better every month after that. Nor was it a game where results tied directly to one component, like talent or repetitions. One golfer might hit five hundred balls a day for a decade and never break par, while another might put his clubs away for months and shoot in the sixties in his first outing. Champion golfers were those who had talent on top of spending endless hours on the practice tees.

I knew all of this--all the Harmon boys did--but knowing that the game is unyielding, unfair, unpredictable, unsympathetic, and unaware of who you are and what you shot yesterday, and accepting such truths are two different things. Plenty of times, I wanted the quick fix, the magic potion that would make my game better by noon. My father had little patience for those, like me, who looked for easy answers. "The tip-of-the-day pro is the one I want to be playing against," he would say.

He also had little use for anyone who thought the golf swing had to feel "good" or "natural." My youngest brother Billy, who as a teenager was one of the best junior players in the country, used to argue with Dad about how a change "felt." When Dad tried to change Billy's grip to keep him from hitting an occasional hook, Billy said, "Dad, it doesn't feel right."

My father snatched up the ball and club and held both within inches of Billy's face. "You see that ball?" he barked.

"Yes, sir," Billy said.

"And you see that club?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, that ball and that club are inanimate objects. In-an-i-mate! The ball is only going to do what the club makes it do, and the club is only going to go where you swing it. Neither of them gives a damn how you feel."

I never heard him use that kind of language with any students whose last names weren't Harmon, but he was always most direct when appraising our games. If we opted for the easy road instead of making the fundamental changes necessary to get better, he would let us know about it in his own special way. Once he was watching Billy on a day when our youngest brother thought his swing couldn't get much better. Each shot was solid, and the balls were flying long and straight on a perfect trajectory. He waited for Dad to say something like, "Wow, you're really hitting it great," or "That swing looks perfect." When no praise came, Billy finally asked, "What are you thinking about, Dad?"

Dad said, "I'm thinking about P. T. Barnum, and the Ringling brothers."

This put Billy in a bind. He wanted to know what Dad thought, but he knew the Ringling and Barnum reference was a precursor to a dig. So, my brother took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Dad, what about them?"

"Well, you know, Barnum and those guys travel over to Africa to get these elephants for their shows. They get them young, spend time with them, and train them."

"Yeah?" Billy said.

"Well, those they can't train, they ship back to Africa."

Still waiting for a point, Billy said, "So?"

Dad shook his head and said, "I've got no place to send you."

This didn't sit well with my brother, who felt like he was hitting the ball as well as he had all season. "Why can't you say something positive?" he asked.

"I can when you do something positive. As long as you jerk the club to the inside on your takeaway [a swing flaw Billy fought throughout his playing days], it doesn't matter how good you hit it today, you're never going to be a golfer."

Billy wasn't thrilled, but Dad couldn't have cared less. The swing wouldn't last, so as far as Dad was concerned, it didn't matter how well Billy hit it. If he was unwilling to sacrifice the good feeling of a solid shot today for the hard work and bad shots that were bound to accompany a much-needed swing change, then he was like an uncoachable elephant. The fact that the swing worked once in a while was of no consequence. If you couldn't repeat it under pressure, as Dad assured Billy he could not, then it didn't matter.

When my brother Craig was getting ready to qualify for the U.S. Open, Dad took him out to the West Course at Winged Foot to see his game. Craig felt pretty good about himself. He'd been practicing all summer, and he had talked about how this was his year. He even felt confident enough to challenge our father to a little game. Craig played as good as he could and shot a seventy-one. Dad, well into his fifties at that point and suffering from the early stages of arthritis, shot a seven-birdie round of sixty-five.

Craig couldn't believe it. "Dad, I just played as good as I can play and shot seventy-one," he said. "I didn't think there was a sixty-five out there. How'd you do that?"

Dad put his arm around Craig and said, "It's really simple, son. Some people have it, and some people don't. I have it. You don't."

Dad had it because he worked at it his entire life. He also knew better than most how hard and cruel the game could be.

Born in Savannah, Georgia, in 1916, a place and a time when strict social structures shaped the young and old alike, Dad was raised a courtly southern gentleman. Savannah had rebounded after the Civil War quicker than other southern cities because of the port access it provided much of the eastern United States. It also maintained many of the rigid mores of the Old South. John Calvin had preached at the town's first Methodist church at the center of one of the city's antebellum squares, and his puritan code continued to dictate behavior at every level. In the nineteen-twenties, Savannah men still stopped walking and tipped their hats to passing ladies who, themselves, never ventured outdoors without headwear and dresses; young girls were thrown balls when they made their social debuts; and young boys like my father studied piano and sang in glee clubs. Elite women drank tea on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and every house of means had a drawing room with brandy, Cognac, and fine cigars.

My father was born privileged. His father, Eugene Harmon, had gobbled up farmland in Georgia and Florida for tract housing. When the American troops, the "Doughboys" came home after World War I, my grandfather offered them affordable housing and a fresh start on life. He and my grandmother, Willa, became affluent socialites in Savannah, and they joined the Savannah Golf Club, the second-oldest golf course in America. It was founded in 1794. I don't know if they joined because of my dad or simply because belonging to a golf club was what well-heeled Savannah residents did in those days, but neither of my grandparents played golf. In fact, the only member of their immediate family who took an interest in the game was my father.

Young Claude not only showed an interest, he displayed an amazing aptitude at an early age. Stories still circulate about my father's playing prowess as a boy--stories that have certainly been embellished, as I haven't found a living soul who saw him play in Georgia. Still, he must have shown some skill. When my grandparents moved to Orlando in the twenties, where Eugene owned most of the land surrounding what is now Dr. Philips Drive, The Bay Hill Club, Sand Lake, and Universal Studios, they joined two golf clubs so m...

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  • Hardcover: 256 pages
  • Publisher: Crown; 1ST edition (May 9, 2006)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0307338037
  • ISBN-13: 978-0307338037
  • Product Dimensions: 8.3 x 5.8 x 1 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 12.8 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.4 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (13 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,271,952 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars Ordered a copy quickly for my son, July 20, 2006
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This is the type of book I wish I had available growing up. It is a wonderful source of advice on golf and life. Butch blends the right amount of information on his background and famous students along with a touching tribute to his Dad.

His is very honest and his stories about Greg Norman and Tiger are fantastic.

I was halfway through the book when I had Amazon send a copy to my son away at college.
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars Life Lessons From a Great Teacher, Great Man, and a Great Father, May 12, 2006
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If you follow golf you know the name of Claude " Butch" Harmon. He's a household name. But, little did I know about his father's influence on all his children and friends.

Isn't it refreshing to see in the age of prima donnas and in the me, me, me world that we get a story about a man who had values of being grounded, down to earth, caring and most importantly, giving. The chapter on "Don't Ever Mix Your Ego With Ignorance is classic revelation.

This is an exceptional book about the life of Butch Harmon's father, Claude Harmon and his wit and wisdom on life. I was really touched by this reading. After reading the first chapter you won't be able to put it down and after you finish it you'll be telling yourself what a insightful and profound man this Claude Harmon was.

I think the most interesting writing Harmon Jr. shares with us is Claude's unconditional love, respect, honor, and passion of goodness to other people. This book reads as a tribute to a great man who did his best for his six children and was always there for them. What I loved about reading this was how open and candid Harmon writes about his father...the prose and memory of what his father said to him as a young child is endearing. The words and claritity Butch writes about feel real and jump off the page into your pysche. it's as if you really wanted to meet this man, his father, and get to know him.

Interesting to note is Claude Sr's relationship with the legendary Ben Hogan. Hogan and Harmon had a friendship that was very close and unique. You couldn't find two more diverse personalities, but Butch Harmon sheds light on Hogan's caring and sensitive side. A side that never was written about or told.

When Hogan visited the ailing Harmon and told him, "Claude, I just want to tell you that you were one of the best friends I ever had" it's a very poignant moment. And when Hogan heard word from Butch that Claude passed away he cries...these are events we would never expect Hogan to do or say.

If you are a golf fan or not, please take time out to read this. You will not only get Claude Sr's unique life lessons or "pearls" as Butch Harmon calls them, but you will get a brutally honest look inside Claude Harmon Sr. and Butch Harmon.

I'm a golfer...err golf nut...and have been playing for over 24 years. If I ever had the great honor and privilege to ever take a lesson from the 'great' Butch Harmon I would have the feeling, realization, and awareness that not only Butch would be looking at my swing, but his special and unforgettable father as well. That's a testament to the knowledge that Butch gained over the years being with his father and absorbing priceless teaching skills to golfers of any level.

Thanks "Butch" for a great book.
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5.0 out of 5 stars A most remarkable budle of stories about golf, August 31, 2006
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Highly recommended book a few super nce stories about one of golf's lost hero's the club pro that copeted at international level. And a tribute to a father from his sons.
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