When I putt, my emotions collide like tectonic plates. It's left my memory circuits full of scars that won't heal.
I developed osteoporosis of the personality. My thought processes became brittle.
This is where God hangs out.
One minute you're bleeding. The next minute you're hemorrhaging. The next minute you're painting the Mona Lisa.
The amateur has an infectious, contagious enthusiasm for golf and life.
A hole in one is amazing when you think of the different universes this white mass of molecules has to pass through on its way to the hole.