Golf is the only game in which a precise knowledge of the rules can earn one a reputation for bad sportsmanship.
It seems to me that you can go sauntering along for a certain period, telling the English some interesting things about themselves, and then all at once it feels as if you had stepped on the prongs of a rake.
My back swing off the first tee had put him in mond of an eldery woman of dubious morals trying to struggle out of a dress too tight around the shoulders.
There can be a fundamental gulf of gracelessness in a human heart which neither our love nor our courage can bridge.
