Those who go along get along.
Until you play it, St. Andrews looks like the sort of real estate you couldn't give away.
If I could have shot 69 in the last round every time, I would have won nine U.S. Opens. Nine!
Good golfing temperament falls between taking it with a grin or shrug and throwing a fit.
I've gotten rid of the yips four times but they hang in there. You know those two-foot downhill putts with a break? I'd rather see a rattlesnake.
There are no short hitters on the tour anymore - just long and unbelievably long.