I Could Not Wait For The Sun

Why That Would Be Like Challenging Bing Crosby To A Singing Contest,wouldn't It

I Could Not Wait For The Sun To Come Up The Next Morning So That I Could Get Out On The Course Again.

I Have Found The Game To Be, In All Factualness, A Universal Language Wherever I Traveled At Home Or Abroad.

The Truth Is, The First Golf Club I Owned Was An Old Left-handed, Wooden-shafted, Rib-faced Mashie That A Fellow Gave Me, And That's The Club I Was Weaned On. During The Mornings We Caddies Would Bang The Ball Up And Down The Practice Field Until The Members Arrived And It Was Time To Go To Work. So I Did All That Formative Practice Left-handed. But I'm A Natural Right-hander.

I Hate A Hook. It Nauseates Me. I Could Vomit When I See One. It's Like A Rattlesnake In Your Pocket.