The members of Bulls Bay Golf Club in Awendaw, South Carolina are blessed with a privilege unique in the world of golf. They belong to the only private club that Mike Strantz designed. Mikeâ€™s portrait hangs over the staircase in the entrance of the clubhouse and, moreover, his touch is still everywhere at the facility. But Bulls Bay is truly unique because the infectious love of the game that Mike had is shared by the members and staff alike. And just like Mike, whether itâ€™s Joe Rice, Hootie and the Blowfish, the golf shop staff or the rank and file members, they all realize that itâ€™s not what they do for a living that makes them great, itâ€™s what they do for others.
Thatâ€™s the true greatness of Mike Strantz, thatâ€™s the true greatness of Bulls Bay, thatâ€™s the true greatness of the Hootie at Bulls Bay Collegiate Invitational tournament, and thatâ€™s why somewhere up in Heaven, Mike Strantz is smiling right now.
Mike smiled on course owner Joe Rice when he and his team of Strantz design partner Forrest Fezler, Jamie Hollingsworth and Hootie guitarist Mark Bryan posted a scalding 25-under score to run away with the pro-am, cracking jokes, smiling broadly and cranking music the entire time.
Mike definitely smiled on Forrest Fezler when Forrest explained the changes recently made to the par-5 10th hole. â€œWe just did what Mike would have doneâ€ he said as he pointed out the extended bunkering which snares overzealous tee shots along the right hand side. That must have warmed Mikeâ€™s heart like a microwave. Now if he could just do something about Fezler using that long putter…
Mike probably didnâ€™t stop smiling for hours during the Hootie concert Saturday night. There was his wife, Heidi Strantz beaming from ear to ear and boogieing in her seat to some down home rockabilly and bluegrock (that’s bluegrassy rock for those of you scoring at home). There was John Daly jumping on stage with the Hootie boys and playing Bob Dylan’s Knockinâ€™ on Heavenâ€™s Door. There was R.E.M.â€™s Peter Holzappfl sitting in for the entire set and all four encores (FOUR ENCORES!). There were seventy-five college golfers hanging tightly with rock legends and playing in the most unique and fun college tournament on the calendar. Most importantly, Mike was smiling when over $90,000 was raised for charity by the Hootie Foundation. That money goes to improving South Carolinaâ€™s public schools.
Mike smiled on tournament organizers Doug Carnes, Terry Florence and Steve Salatan when the tourney went off without a single hitch â€“ nary a snap, snipe or sour note for the entire week. â€œThis was without a doubt the most fun tournament Iâ€™ve playedâ€ said Baylor player Wes Williams. â€œIâ€™m totally blown away by everybody hereâ€ echoed Florida Stateâ€™s Matt Savage. â€œIf itâ€™s possible, theyâ€™re having more fun than we are.â€
Mike even smiled on Bobby Wilson and all the other rules officials who handle tough situations with grace, tact, aplomb and the right rulings, no matter how obscure the situation.
Mike smiled all the players and coaches. He smiled on the Baylor kids who have been remarkable road warriors slogging from one end of the country to the other as they rallied from far behind to force a playoff. He smiled on coach Nick Clinard and his players from Central Florida as they fought gamely for three days only to fall short by a hair. He most of all smiled on the grace and class they exhibited both when they were leading and in defeat. Yes, Nick and UCF, you lost this time, and yes you donâ€™t have to like it, but the sportsmanship and comradery you displayed for three days (not to mention your scaring the big name schools right to the end) was most impressive. That’s a trophy that will never tarnish.
Mike smiled most of all on Webb Simpson and the rest of the Wake Forest players as they survived a horrible scare surrendering a huge six shot lead with four holes to play, only to triumph in an amazing triple overtime playoff. Webb Simpson even survived the wackiest golf shot of the tournament. On the par-3 14th, his ball hit a fire hydrant, rocketed skyward like a flare at a crazy angle, then bounced two hundred yards down the courseâ€™s entrance road, and then disappeared forever into a storm drain (STORM DRAIN!) behind the spot from which Webb teed off.
Mike even smiled on Titleist the Bull, the course mascot who got loose from his tethering post and roamed the golf course in what had to be the single zaniest thing I have ever seen on a golf course. Do you actually think Mike didnâ€™t have something to do with that? You canâ€™t tell me that wasnâ€™t Mike playing a joke on us. Seriously, that bull has been tethered there day in and day out for years. It just so happens that day one of the Hootie is when he gets loose?
No, Mike was up there nudging his buddies saying â€œwatch thisâ€ and then cheering â€œAwright Titleist!â€ as the bull led us on golfâ€™s rejoinder to the O.J. Simpson slow-speed bronco chase! Here we are in speed restricted golf carts chasing after a trotting bull and not catching up because both we and Titleist are going at the same speed.
I mean really! Are we in Charleston or Pamplona? I went to a golf tournament and a bullfight broke out! â€œLawdy!â€ mocked one sportswriter in a fake southern accent. â€œA bull on the golf co-ase! [Authorâ€™s Note: the word â€œcourseâ€ has two syllables in Chaaaaaaaleston.] Theyâ€™d nevuh allow that at The Mastuhs!â€
Others were equally amused. â€œWhat do we do if he makes eye contact?â€ asked one Florida State player. â€œIf he looks like he means business, be up a tree when he arrivesâ€ I replied. â€œAnd what about youâ€ he asked. â€œIâ€™ll be on the branch above youâ€ was my response.
Through it all, not only was there more fun than I have ever had at any golf tournament anytime, anywhere, but there was also a sense of community unlike any club I have ever visited. Why? Mike Strantz. One anecdote from Mikeâ€™s life provides some insight. Yes, we all know that when Hurricane Hugo destroyed much of the South Carolina coast, Mike helped rebuild holes at Wild Dunes Golf resort in Isle of Palms, but did you also know he helped rebuild Sunrise Presbyterian Church after it was destroyed? While services were held in a big blue tent, Mike was designing the stained glass windowâ€¦in the shape of a cross. When you look at it, the tiles not only resemble Jesus crucified, but also Jesus ascending into Heaven. Itâ€™s even more astounding than any golf hole he gave us.
Just like Mike showed you can destroy a church but you canâ€™t destroy faith, so to does Bulls Bay show that we can lose a man but we can never lose our love for him and the values for which he stood. That is Bulls Bayâ€™s rare and wonderful gift; one they blessedly share with college players and every visitor to the club.
Mike Strantz is up in Heaven smiling now. Tonight, the course is filled with Mike and his friends playing a round in the moonlight. Heâ€™s still there. Heâ€™ll always be there. Heâ€™s there when Doug Carnes and Terry Florence dot the â€Iâ€ and cross the â€œtâ€ to make sure they went the extra mile for the players. Heâ€™s there when the Hootie guys raise oodles of money for cash-strapped public schools. Heâ€™s there when Heidi takes care of a horse with special needs or the two golden retrievers. And heâ€™s there every time the members share their wonder of the golf world with friends.
Mikeâ€™s proud of you Bulls Bay. He sees you smiling up at him and he knows you can feel his smile right back at you. When you keep each other in your hearts, you’ll always be together. That’s the kind of inspiration that moves Bulls Bay. With that as their fulcrum, they can move the world.