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.
