Scott's confusion is understandable. When I lived in Seattle, I played golf maybe -- maybe - once a month, less if possible. He knew me from those days, when my play was laughable and I wore my frustration on my sleeve. No wonder he was puzzled at my newfound enthusiasm for the game.
These days, I have even more gusto for golf than anyone would have thought possible. (Though I still can't bring myself to watch it on TV -- let's not go crazy.) I have recently discovered the joy of reading about golf.
Actually, writing that sentence, reading about golf sounds a lot less exciting than watching it on television. No matter. I stand by my decisions.
At a used book sale this weekend, I hit a goldmine of golf books. These should keep me busy during the offseason, which will start any second now.
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As for the others, I'm particularly looking forward to these two:
As I have written before, my putting game is pretty awful -- well, not pretty but it is awful. So I hope these two books will help me in the offseason.
As for the rest? There's the obligatory Harvey Penick series:
The golfing memoir:
The literary anthology:
And, last but not least, the collection of 19th-century golf writing, without which no golf library is complete. Note the faux-leather binding:
You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, and I didn't. I picked this up because of the sweet fabric-and-pewter bookmark in the middle.
Future blog posts on these individual books are almost certain. Meanwhile, what are some of your favorite golf reads? Discuss in the comments.
I'd start with "Golf is a Game of Confidence," as it's written by one of the vampires from Twilight.
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