Thanks for coming by! Here’s some light reading to learn about RMS and why we created this site for you, the golfer.
How it all got started.
While watching golf on a Sunday afternoon one of our Co-Founders, Brandon, started to think;
How can I get my swing to look like the pros? I wish there was a website that was solely dedicated to helping people understand and improve their own swing without having to shell out money for a “certified coach”….
It was that simple musing which truly sparked the beginning of RMS. Brandon teamed up with fellow Co-Founders: Mike, Lyndzie and Krista and together they worked to bring their ideas to light. The rest of the story represents one of a classic start up; fused with passion, excitement and sometimes fraught with setbacks but this resulting site (built for all who also love the game) is really all that counts and we’re glad you’re here. If you’re interested in learning more about the RMS Co-Founders, check out their short BIO’s below.
Did you know RMS also has a suite of mobile apps? With the mobile app you can easily submit your videos for community feedback on the fly. Check out the RMS app here.
BIO’s: Everything you really need to know about us is here
| Co-Founders | Handicap | Idol Aspirations | Random Notes | Food Quirks |
| Brandon | 7 | Michael Jordan, “Air Time” |
Brandon was born to golf, but forced to work. He can hit his pitching wedge 150+ yards for Pete’s sake | Brandon will eat teriyaki 3 X’s per day, 7 X’s per week |
| Mike | 17 | The Most Interesting Man in the World, stay thirsty my friends. | Mike once smashed his driver so far, the ball landed in Chuck Norris’ mustache | Anything Mike eats must be smothered in 1 of 2 things, Tabasco or Sriracha |
| Krista | 26 | Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple (RIP) | Krista plans to someday rule the world, one brilliant idea at a time | Never feed Krista Tequila. Ever. |
| Lyndzie | Not counting yet… | Oprah Winfrey, Oprah needs no title | Lyndzie has a “slight” obsession with all things vampire | Lyndzie hates ketchup, and by hate we mean she may hurl at the mere sight of it |


