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What A Difference A Year Makes

with: Jamie Spencer

It's hard to even fathom where I was last December. Scary to think how much life can change in just a short period of time. 2016 was an interesting year to say at least. It started with a several lows, but finished with some exciting new opportunities. My older and wiser friends always tell me, “Everything happens for a reason kid.”
  Again I can't stress to you enough that it was my decision to leave White Deer Golf Course. I totally understood why our County Commissioners decided to go with a golf management company but I struggled with selection process. What a total mess.
  I had every intention of coming back, but I decided to pass after hearing the "official" pitch. Fifteen seasons at WDGC was enough. It was time for me to move on and try something different boys and girls.
  I hit control+alt+delete and basically walked away from everything. Look, I sincerely hope everything works out with Casper Golf. No sour grapes here—I prefer beer—but the jury is still out. Please don't believe what you read in the papers. Fuzzy math and bogus numbers. Let's see what happens. I do miss the many great faces of Whitey Deere but that's about it.
  To be honest, I had no clue what I was going to do next. Yes. Several opportunities presented themselves. Sales. Acting. Writing. Real Estate. Insurance. Advertising. Modeling. Say what? I entertained them all kids. But nothing jumped out. Besides, I was starting to enjoy my new gig as being a STAY AT HOME DAD. Bus stop. Fishing. Small house project. Bus stop. More fishing. Five days a week. Heck, I even pitched in on the weekends. Man—it was great—but my lovely bride thought otherwise. OK YOU NEED TO FIND A JOB.
  I then took a call from a friend who asked if I'd help move some slabs. I believe my significant other had something to do with it. Working hard that afternoon and getting my hands dirty was totally new and somewhat refreshing. And that made all the difference. #frost. I had a ball and left an impression as my former best friend and now boss invited me back for some more. Perhaps he couldn't find anyone else. A few months have since passed and I am still having a blast. I am extremely honored to call myself a full time SMG GRUNT. Who would have thought that I would be polishing and lifting heavy ROX for a living? Oh the places you will go kid. #seuss
  What in the world does this have to do with sports Spencer? A lot actually. So my total reboot in March wasn't just a career change. It was an absolute change. I also decided to walk away from the game I love. No. I am not talking fairways and greens either.
  I can't recall the last time I had nothing to do with basketball. I'm going back some 35 years. I just did the math. Hoops has always been a big part of my entire life. I grew up playing and then became a coach. It was ONCE my passion. Everything revolved around basketball. I was fortunate and blessed to coach so many great kids throughout the years. Many different levels, both boys and girls. Some squads experienced some successes and others, well, did not. However, in the end I can honestly say that all of my teams and players had fun. I take pride in that.
  Many have asked why I gave it up. I usually joke and tell them that I am focusing on being a better husband. The truth is—I lost that fire earlier this year folks. As we get older, I guess our priorities change. I no longer wanted to spend countless hours in the gym during the off-season. I'd rather go fishing and spend time with my family and friends. I called it quits.
  Of course, I plan to get to many games this winter. Several of my former players and disciples are now coaching. I miss the daily interaction with my kids. Those priceless moments together always trumped the nameless letters or trips to the superintendent's office. Perhaps someday I will get back into the mix. But for now I am totally cool with being a fan. Happy New Year boys and girls. Hope to see you in a local gym soon. Cheers.