E-ticket: The Bag Man
As Williams indulges in his creamy dessert, his 2-year-old son Jett climbs out of his high chair and walks to the narrow patch of grass in front of his home where a miniature golf club sits. The boy picks up the club and starts hacking away, smiling ear to ear as he sprays plastic balls all over the yard. A few pelt an orange Ford in the driveway. Jett laughs. So does his Dad.
"I've never shown him a thing," Williams says, "never said a word to him about golf."