Before StrokeMaster®, there was Ray. My stepfather. Ray loved golf. Not the occasional Saturday morning round kind of love. The every-single-day kind of love. He golfed with my uncles. He worked at the golf course. If the weather cooperated, there was a good chance you could find him somewhere near a tee box, a fairway, or a putting green. Then he had a stroke. The good news was that Ray’s recovery was remarkable. He worked hard, regained much of his strength, and fought his way back. But there was one thing he couldn’t get back. His grip.