Classic Golf Stories [antikvár]

Introduction E ^ ssentially, every time w^e set out to play golf, v^e set out in search of untold stories. Not every one wiU be a classic, of course, unless we can expand our fairways to include absurdity, burlesque, and all the other insanely hysterical things we human beings are capable of inflicting on a golf ball. StiU, regardless of how well or not so well we play the game, a round of golf is plot in a nutshell with a surlyn cover. It begins, as stories do, with infinite possibilities and hopes for a happy ending. Then, along the way, aU heU s likely to break loose. Nature taunts us. Luck rewards—or kiUs—us, the difference determined by siUy millimeters. Hazards await us. Penalties are exacted on us. Despair moves in. Elation moves it out. Despair moves back in again. Character is tested. True character is revealed. [ XIII ]