[golfers] Are A Special Kind Of Moral

Americans Are Less Mystical About What Produced Their Inland Or Meadow Courses; They Are The Product Of The Bulldozerm Rotary Ploughs, Mowers, Sprinkler Systems And Alarmingly Generous Wads Of Folding Money.

In Golf, Humiliations Are The Essence Of The Game.

More Than Anything Else, Though, To Anyone Who Would Write About It, Golf Offers A Four-hour Drama In Two Acts, Which Becomes Memorable Even In The Tape-recorded Reminiscenses Of Old Champs, And Which - In The Hands Of Someone Like Herb Wind - Can Become A Piece Of War Correspondence As Artfully Controlled As Alan Morehead's Account Of Gallipoli.

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.

Golf Is An Open Exhibition Of Overweening Ambition, Courage Deflated By Stupidity, Skill Soured By A Whiff Of Arrogance.