Comment Update: LFG may not be as well turned out as some of the fellas in this old post but that's ok. It's my understanding that based on Title IX scholarship money for girls-if a gal has good grades and can break 80-there will be some amount of money waiting for her at a decent college.
So practice baby practice. "Cause daddy's already spent all the college money.
I don’t play golf anymore. I used to give a long answer to why “I am indeed a golfer but at present am not playing because of work, parenting”… etc…yadda yadda. Now when people ask if I’m a golfer, I simply say no. Golf is a time consuming endeavor.
The greatest amateur player EVER. Bobby Jones. Atlanta native. Augusta National visionary. Quintessential gentleman. Engineering degree from Georgia Tech, English degree from Harvard, one year of law school at Emory and then a member of the Bar. Pretty decent golfer along the way as well. Once called a two stroke penalty on himself that ultimately cost him the tournament. When praised for his sportsmanship he replied that it was like "praising a man for not robbing a bank".
Southern accents at least to me, fall in two categories...elegant or embarrassing. Bobby Jones' accent was indeed elegant. Enjoy it here.
Walter Hagen the Professional with Bobby Jones the Amateur. This was still an era when professionals...those who earend a living playing a game, were not allowed to dress in the clubhouse. Hagen did as much as anyone to legitimize the sports professional and make more substantial the paycheck.
Must have been chilly when Hagen picked up his British Open Trophy. Camel Polo Coat?
Hagen post-swing in a wool sportcoat, buttoned with upturned collar-lapel. Damn.
Hagen at Muirfield...tough lie. Played well though, I bet.
Jones, Some Guy, Sarazen and Hagen. Well turned out, no?
They say the Duke was a pretty good golfer. Why would he not be? Seemed to have an a_s load of free time on his hands.
Bobby Jones and Francis Ouimet. Ouimet won the U.S. Open in 1913 at age 20. Harry Vardon, the legendary British golfer was handed defeat by this kid from Brookline. Nice.
Eddie Lowry was ten years old when he caddied for Ouimet. If ten year old Eddie was a southern boy, this is how I imagine the early morning breakfast conversation between him and his mamma ...Eddie: “ Mamma…I gotta go. I’m carrying Francis’ clubs for him in the big tournament this weekend”
Mamma: “That’s fine Eddie but don’t you leave this house without a necktie on!”
Eddie: “Ok, Mamma”
Mamma: "And wear a hat"
I wish I could wear a hat like that.
So, here's to an elegant bunch...well shod, well swathed, well topped and for the most part, well behaved.
Ps....Some of my favorite golf literature from the ADG Library:
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