I Have An Insane Desire To Shave

Every Sport Pretends To A Literature, But People Don't Believe It Of Any Other Sport But Their Own.

[golfers] Are A Special Kind Of Moral Realist Who Nips The Normal Romantic And Idealistic Yearnings In The Bud By Proving Once Or Twice A Week That Life Is Unconquerable But Endurable.

The Day Of Judgment Is Either Approaching Or It Is Not. If It Is Not, There Is No Cause For Adjournment. If It Is, I Choose To Be Found Doing My Duty. I Wish Therefore That Candles May Be Brought.

But Afterall It's Not The Winning That Matters, Is It? Or Is It? It'sto Coinawordtheamenitiesthatcount: Thesmell Of The Dandelions, The Puff Of The Pipe, The Click Of The Bat, The Rain On The Neck, The Chill Down The Spine, The Slow, Exquisite Coming On Of Sunset And Dinner And Rheumatism.

It Is A Wonderful Tribute To The Game Or To The Dottiness Of The People Who Play It That For Some People Somewhere There Is No Such Thing As An Insurmountable Obstacle, An Unplayable Course, The Wrong Time Of The Day Or Year.