Selecting A Stroke Is Like Selecting A

I'm Glad I Brought This Course, This Monster, To Its Knees.

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.

Golf Is Not A Game Of Good Shots. It's A Game Of Bad Shots.

Selecting A Stroke Is Like Selecting A Wife. To Each His Own.

You Only Hit A Straight Ball By Accident. The Ball Is Going To Move Right Or Left Every Time You Hit It, So You Had Better Make It Go One Way Or The Other.