MC Center Shaft
A basketball player by nature CS got a late start into the game. At the age of 22, Blade and Bullseye took him to the ACC for his first round ever. CS was there strictly for the Caruso, but found himself completely addicted to the game by the end of the round. Within his first year he had developed a golf sickness that continues to grow. Not too long after, he discovered the center shafted putter style. He switched to an STX Greenie and then moved on to the Odyssey 2 Ball White Hot. He’s currently using a top of the line Scotty Cameron Red X Center Shaft.
His favorite books include:
Harvey Penick "And If You Play Golf, You’re My Friend"
Arnold Palmer "A Golfer's Life"
Lee Trevino "Supermex"
Jody Vasquez "Afternoons with Mr. Hogan"
Iron play was never the strong point for CS, and it continues to be an issue for him. In an effort to fight the shanks, he developed a style playing driver cut on every par 3. DC3 has taken the world by storm and he never looked back. MC Center Shaft aka Old Dirty Persimmon does actually play Ping Persimmon woods off the deck. The Plumber also plays the old school woods, and calls them "Wickers," "Wicker T’s" and "Wicker T and the MG’s."
Center Shaft worked as a Cartbarn Hustla for almost a year in Naples, FL, and plans to marry Morgan Pressel in the future. The wedding will take place at Riviera Country Club and Rory Sabbatini will NOT be invited. Freddy Couples (FC) will hopefully be in the wedding party.
Blade worked his first day in the ACC (Ambridge Country Club) pro shop at the age of 15, around the same time he started cold cutting it up on “the wheels of steel.” He’s developed into one of golf’s greatest MC’s but has kept the “DJ” to pay homage to his roots.
He fell in love with Paula Creamer several years ago and proudly displays a Pink Panther head cover as a show of his support. Blade lives and DYES for golf vacations and tends to spray his first tee shot OB right! He’s played Ballybunion, Harbor Town, Ocean Trails (Trump National West), Lost Canyons, The Ocean Course and Medinah #3 just to name a few courses.
Born and raised in the game, he took an early liking to the blade style putters made famous by such legends as Ben Crenshaw and The King. He usually rocks the Crenshaw Blade, but sometimes plays a Scotty Cameron when it’s time to get ILL. It quickly became obvious to him that golf was not just a game, but a way of life! Around this time he introduced MC Center Shaft to the game. They played the ACC together every chance they got and their addiction to the game evolved into a genuine sickness. Bob and Bobby (the pros at the ACC) made it a point to take care of them every time they came by always encouraging them not to settle for less than 36 holes.
Blade plans to use golf rap as a tool to help spread his sickness for the game throughout the world like a plague.
DJ 3-Putt A.K.A Mr. Po
Born and raised on the streets of Japrico,DJ 3-Putt A.K.A Mr. Po didn't find golf rap so much as it found him. In many ways, Po's story is stereotypical of the rags to riches cliché stories that litter the leisure sports rap landscape.
As a young boy, Po tried to follow the straight and narrow. While his friends were quickly falling victim to the pressures thrust upon them to affiliate with the local golf gangs, whether it be the Golden Bears or the Chi-Chis, Po focused on his music as his ticket to a better life. Ultimately, Po caught the break he needed, when his 1997 collaboration with MC Long Drive, "He's the Caddy, I'm the Golfer," took the golf rap charts by storm. Po's rise to fame was immediate, and money soon followed.
For someone who isn't used to dealing with it though, such fame and wealth can be dangerous. Such was the case with Po, who soon blew all of the royalties from his breakthrough album on tricked out golf carts, diamond encrusted putters, and mink head covers. It all came crashing down on an early April night in 2003. Following an all-night Masters party hosted by Jay-Z, Po was found unconscious in a nearby hotel with 3 coked-up underage drink-cart girls. Unfortunately, the police were not going to let this foursome play through. If life is a golf course, his drive had just found the sand trap. And in that sand trap he found the police, the DA, and mounting legal costs. And sand. Pleading for leniency from the judge, Po declared that he was a changed man, his life of crime behind him (along with the judge's wallet).
Granted a second chance, Po reinvented himself. Turned off by the negativity and masochism that had become so prevalent in the world of leisure sports hip-hop, Po quietly retreated from the scene and relocated to a small college dorm where he lived in a secret closet compartment and devoted a year to meditation and shadow beat making.
His quest completed, Po found himself looking for a new creative outlet, and itching to return to the world of golf rap that he had once reigned over. Inspiration would strike in the form of a crude demo tape mailed to him by a couple of upstart rappers calling themselves MC Center Shaft and DJ Blade. Far from the sick, polished, rhymes associated with the pair now, these early tracks were raw, awkward, uneven. To the untrained ear it would have almost sounded like these two had no business rapping at all. But Po saw through the rough edges, and knew that he was the man that could harness their talents. Rejuvenated, Po threw himself into the project full force. The result: the tracks of straight-up golf-rap gold you now hear dominating the airwaves. Po is back. And the golf-rap community couldn't be happier.