I quickly discovered that trying to go play golf while living in Manhattan was about as easy as trying to grab a taxi while standing out in front of Saks Fifth Avenue in the freezing rain on the last shopping day before Christmas.

Every golfer has at least 14 enemies: his clubs.

Many Americans follow pro basketball from November through June, for reasons that I found unexplainable, other than the fact that they were overly fascinated with soaring armpits.

There have been so many great moments in golf that you even forget some of them.

Laughter is the only thing that'll cut trouble down to a size where you can talk to it.

Until Sammy Baugh - pro football in Texas was a one-paragraph story on the third page of the Monday sports section.

Always keep in mind that if God didn't want a man to have mulligans, golf balls wouldn't come three to a sleeve.