I've thrown or broken a few clubs in my day. In fact, I guess at one time or another I probably held distance records for every club in the bag.
If you think it's hard to meet new people, try picking up the wrong golf ball.
I enjoy playing it every time I step on the course.
For me, I relish playing tournaments in America.
For one thing, I like to walk when I play golf. Now I don't walk the whole way, but I try not to be the driver when in a cart.
To quit between tee and green is more habit-forming than drinking a highball before breakfast.
I realize that's why we play golf, to hit the ball into the hole. But it is a strange feeling when you hit the shot and it actually goes in.
I can sum it up like this: Thank God for the game of golf.
The toughest opponent of all is Old Man Par. He's a patient soul who never shoots a birdie and never incurs a bogey. And if you would travel the long road with him, you must be patient, too.
I had a wonderful experience on the golf course today. I had a hole in nothing. Missed the ball and sank the divot.
It's quite nice to play on a golf course that, even though it is links, that there's not much wind, which is good.
I'm not a golfing man.
I've never played the Olympic Club. I have played Lytham, but only some amateur events. I haven't played Kiawah.
I love Wingfoot; I'm a member of Wingfoot. It's a great course.
Golf is to me what his Sabine farm was to the poet Horace - a solace and an inspiration.
My hobbies are painting, crafts, and I like golfing.
One thing both men have in common is a love of golf and a shared knowledge of the word "mulligan," which means a do-over to replace a lousy shot.
After all these years, it's still embarrassing for me to play on the American golf tour. Like the time I asked my caddie for a sand wedge and he came back ten minutes later with a ham on rye.
I don't like watching golf on TV. I'd rather play.
I like going there for golf. America's one vast golf course these days.
I've been fortunate to have some great golfing buddies.
That was a great game of golf, fellers.
The reason I don't play golf is because I was a caddie when I was 13. Women never gave up a golf ball that was lost somewhere in the trees and thicket and down through the poison ivy. It was during one of these searches that I vowed to the Lord above that if I ever earned enough money I would never set foot on a course again.
Somehow, it is hard to dislike a man once you have played a round of golf with him.
Par is your friend out there. Doesn't matter what holes they are.
