In Golf, Humiliations Are The Essence Of

I Wrote To Mr. Mcenroe, Senior. I Said: "here Is The Sentence Once Written By The Immortal Bobby Jones. I Thought You Might Like To Have It Done In Needlepoint And Mounted In A Suitable Frame To Hang Over Little John's Bed. It Says, The Rewards Of Golf - And Of Life, Too, I Expect - Are Worth Very Little If You Don't Play The Game By The Etiquette As Well As By The Rules." I Never Heard From Mr. Mcenroe, Senior. I Can Only Conclude That The Letter Went Astray.

It's An Acting Job - Acting Natural.

To The Goggling Unbeliever Texans Say, As People Always Say About Their Mangier Dishes, 'but It's Just Like Chicken, Only Tenderer.' Rattlesnake Is, In Fact, Just Like Chicken - Only Tougher.

The Masters Is More Like A Vast Edwardian Garden Party Than A Golf Tournament.

The Day Of Judgment Is Either Approaching Or It Is Not. If It Is Not, There Is No Cause For Adjournment. If It Is, I Choose To Be Found Doing My Duty. I Wish Therefore That Candles May Be Brought.