Every golfer has at least 14 enemies: his clubs.

The devoted golfer is an anguished soul who has learned a lot about putting, just as an avalanche victim has learned a lot about snow.

Baseball would be a better game if more third basemen got hit in the mouth by line drivers.

Every golfer has at least 14 enemies: his clubs.

The golfer has more enemies than any other athlete. He has fourteen clubs in his bag, all of them different; 18 holoes to play, all of them different, every week; and all around him is sand, trees, grass, water, wind and 143 other players. In addition, the game is 50 percent mental, so his biggest enemy is himself.

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.

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