In Praise of the Course That Never Asks Who You Are
There is a nine-hole course a short drive from most towns of any size, the kind of place with a pro shop the size of a garden shed, a cart barn that has not …
There is a nine-hole course a short drive from most towns of any size, the kind of place with a pro shop the size of a garden shed, a cart barn that has not …
By the time this week’s BMW Championship finishes at Bellerive, the field will have shrunk from 70 to 50 to 30, and the survivors will head to East Lake …
There is a particular kind of golfer who cannot enjoy a round until the maths has been settled. Somewhere around the twelfth hole, usually after a three-putt …
There is a particular kind of golf broadcast that shows up every few weeks: blue sky, no wind worth mentioning, greens rolling at a fair and predictable speed, …
This week twenty places in the year’s final major were handed out on the back of a single day’s golf, played across four courses by club …
There is a particular kind of golfer who plays off eight, breaks 80 most weekends, and is quietly miserable about it. He is miserable because his swing does not …
There is a small experiment that almost every amateur should perform, in the off-season or on a slow evening at the home course, and that almost no amateur ever …
There is a moment that arrives at the first tee of every cold, wet, badly-windy round that begins the same way for everyone who has signed up to play it. The …
The pace-of-play conversation, in the modern amateur game, has reached the kind of saturation point at which it has stopped being a conversation about a problem …
There is a moment that happens on a par-five at every level of the amateur game, and that I am increasingly convinced has been getting talked about wrongly for …