I am among those who firmly believe that a round of golf should not take more than three and a half hours, four at most. Anything longer than that is not a round of golf, it's life in Albania.

A sportswriter's life means never sitting with your wife or family at the games. Still working after everyone has gone to the party... Digging beneath a coach's lies, not to forget those of athletic directors and general managers and owners of pro teams. Keeping a confidence. Risking it.

I had always suspected that trying to play golf in the company of big-time pros and a gallery would be something like walking naked into choir practice.

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

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.

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