I Have An Insane Desire To Shave

I Have An Insane Desire To Shave A Stroke Or Two Off My Handicap.

The Masters Is More Like A Vast Edwardian Garden Party Than A Golf Tournament.

The Scots Say That Nature Itself Dictated That Golf Should Be Played By The Seashore. Rather, The Scots Saw In The Eroded Sea Coasts A Cheap Battleground On Which They Could Whip Their Fellow Men In A Game Based On The Calvinist Doctrine That Man Is Meant To Suffer Here Below And Never More Than When He Goes Out To Enjoy Himself.

These Doomsday Warriors Look No More Like Soldiers Than The Soldiers Of The Second World War Looked Like Conquistadors. The More Expert They Become The More They Look Like Lab Assistants In Small Colleges

For Many Years I Had An Impression Of My Golf Swing, Which Was That I Vividly Resembled Tom Weiskopf In The Takeaway And Dave Marr On The Downswing. Unfortunately, There Came A Day When I Was Invited To Have My Golf Swing Filmed Via A Video Camera. Something I Will Never Do Again. When It Was Played Back, What I Saw - What You Would Have Seen - Was Not Weiskopf And Marr But A Man Simultaneously Climbing Into A Sweater And Falling Out Of A Tree.