What Herb Wind was to golf, Roger Angell was to baseball. This snippet is from a piece Roger wrote a decade ago called This Old Man, when he was in his early 90s. The Carol he refers to is his wife and Harry is their dog.
Here in my tenth decade, I can testify that the downside of great age is the room it provides for rotten news. Living long means enough already. When Harry died, Carol and I couldn’t stop weeping; we sat in the bathroom with his retrieved body on a mat between us, the light-brown patches on his back and the near-black of his ears still darkened by the rain, and passed a Kleenex box back and forth between us. Not all the tears were for him. Two months earlier, a beautiful daughter of mine, my oldest child, had ended her life, and the oceanic force and mystery of that event had not left full space for tears. Now we could cry without reserve, weep together for Harry and Callie and ourselves. Harry cut us loose.
Roger’s piece and the “oceanic force” of Callie’s death came to mind after reading about the life and death of Grayson Murray. Grayson was in our living rooms and on our phones, in his life and in his death. We all grieve for Grayson’s parents, his siblings, his partner, his loved ones. Though we don’t know you, we’re here, holding your hands.
Some years ago, old friends of mine, the first in our circle to get married, lost a beautiful and gifted daughter when she was in her 20s. “We were lucky to have her for as long as we did,” the dad said.
The courage to go on, finding the strength to wade through that oceanic force, people do it. Somehow, they do. Roger did. David and Lori are. Grayson’s parents, Eric and Terry, will find a way. His caddie, Jay Green, too. But they’re changed. Changed forever, likely in ways the rest of us cannot see.
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Grayson was a mega-talent. It’s hard for most of us to understand how good you have to be to win on the Korn Ferry Tour, to get a PGA Tour card, to keep it for a while. Good at golf, that is. Grayson did all that and more while waging a war within that made the whole keep-your-card thing even harder. We’re drowning in data. The stuff that matters most defies measurement.
I respect any and all persons who can play by the rules, act appropriately, golf their way to the game’s biggest stages. Eventually, always, another somebody will step in and take their place, by way of better scores. The basic math of professional golf is its ultimate superpower. It fuels everything, your rise and your fall. Churn rate is a new phrase but an old idea. U.S. Open I (the women) this week at Lancaster Country Club will have 156 players. If somebody drops out late somebody else will step right in.
At U.S. Open II (the men), next month at Pinehurst, the same: 156. Tiger Woods is in the Pinehurst field by way of special exemption, a gift from the USGA. Were he not in the field, another player would be there. Phil Mickelson is in this year’s field by way of his win at the 2021 PGA Championship. That win gets him into next year’s Open at Oakmont, too. Beyond that, who knows? Grayson’s spot will not go vacant. The players, many of them, will have him on their sleeves and in their hearts. His absence is almost inconceivable. But the field come Thursday of that week, appropriately, will be 156 players. We’re all stumbling, all the time, but life is a march.
These professional golfers we watch are often conformists on the outside and cowboys deep within. Grayson Murray said a few years ago that he hated life on the PGA Tour and that alcohol was his escape valve. He was a big guy, and those escape valves are narrow. His honesty was astounding. He acknowledged his alcoholism and, without playing the blame game, said the PGA Tour was not there to help him. Phil Mickelson was at his best when he responded to Grayson by way of Twitter: “I’m sorry playing the Tour has been so overwhelming and if I can help in any way I’d be happy to. It’s not an easy life for sure, and even winning every year can bring about other challenges. FYI ‘we will get back to you’ is the only response I’ve ever gotten [from the Tour] too.”
Should such messages — Murray’s statement, Mickelson’s response, a thousand others in a similar vein — be public? You can debate it all you want but it almost doesn’t matter: most everything is public these days. Alcoholics Anonymous was founded in 1935 and the organization’s surname, the second A, was necessary because there was such a stigma associated with the first A. Also, society in general was so much more private. But that was then.
The pressure of being a public figure, even at Grayson’s modest level of fame, is so much more intense now than it has ever been. I’m here to tell you that Grayson Murray was a mega-talent but somebody else will tell you that his sand-save percentage (or whatever) was a joke. Everybody’s a critic. Criticism is a growth industry, fueled by cellphones and their connectivity. All that criticism — in public, by strangers — is a killer for self-esteem. Social media has turned everything into a competition, into a bizarre and costly search for perfection. Your vacation will get graded on TikTok, if you let it. It looked pretty good. I’ve seen better. There’s always better.
My friend and frequent golf partner Fred Anton was sober for 37 years. At 83, he walked off a pier and to his death. For 37 years, AA was his church, his spiritual home, the center of his life. (The golf course was a close second.) He thought the second A was unnecessary. David Feherty feels the same. David knows Grayson’s pain, and the pain Grayson’s parents will endure for the rest of their lives. David’s son Shey died from a drug overdose on his 29th birthday. David knows that compulsion, to escape your life as it is. Shey knew that compulsion. Fred knew the compulsion. Grayson Murray knew the compulsion. Everybody is looking for some kind of out. We all have a vice, a compulsion, a frustration we cannot shake.
