Practice puts brains in your muscles.
Until you play it, St. Andrews looks like the sort of real estate you couldn't give away.
You have more potential than you think.
I'd say that golf is about 75% mental. If your state of mind gets out of kilter, you're worse off than a tomcat floating on a log.
The only reason I ever played in the first place was so I could afford to hunt and fish.
The only place that's holier than St. Andrews is Westminster Abbey.