Whether you tee off with millions watching or just practice putting into an orange juice tumbler, these golf covers consecrate the bond of anyone who’s ever taken aim at a hole in one.
It’s not the size of the trophy that counts, but what you do with it. And from the looks of this winner’s smirk, his silver trinket is going to be the gem of the mantelpiece.
She may have to work on her precision. But after unearthing the fractured remains of her sandtrap shot, this golfer can feel confident in the power behind her drive.
Five o’clock means five o’clock! Scrutinizing the ticking hands on his wrist probably isn’t going to deliver his opponents any quicker, but one can still hope.
Becoming one with the green in more ways than one: With gloves on tight and chin held high, this Portrait of a Lady Golfer by Penrhyn Stanlaws inspires the very spirit of the pastime.
The moon may be out, but you wouldn’t know it from these players determined to improve their swing for tomorrow’s game. It doesn’t hurt that in the dark, no one can see your worst slice.
Evidently, even some artistically unsubtle smudge craft isn’t enough to get the chores done. All play and no work may keep Jack from getting dull, but it won’t keep his marriage intact.
Just a blade of grass shy of victory: These weary players on the final hole can study the devastating tally all they want, but it won’t give that ball the nudge it needs.
Anything worth doing is worth doing well, but the conga line of miffed putters waiting to play through might not take that mantra to heart.
With a championship on the line and every fan’s eye glued to his stroke, this pro is none too pleased with the smoky flirtation going on behind him. If he can’t sink this, there may be cause to call fore over a club instead of a ball.
Everyone needs a hobby. And this 1960s housewife has discovered hers in those gleaming new clubs, even as her hubby looks on in goggle-eyed bewilderment.
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