“In fact, it was my four alarm clocks. Haunted by the story of a contending golfer who was disqualified after sleeping through his tee time on the final day of Q-School — arguably the most heartrending catastrophe in the history of sports — I had stopped at a drugstore after dinner and bought a second alarm clock. Then halfway back to the Ben Franklin I said, “Why fuck around?” and bought two more. It hardly mattered. When I got to the course, they were running an hour behind. At Q-School the pl...ay is always painfully slow, but on Sunday the action virtually grinds to a halt. Players agonize over every club selection and every puff of wind, every break and every cut of grain. In this overcooked atmosphere, watching someone card a bogey is like witnessing a violent mugging. A double bogey is like a homicide. Sunday isn’t just achingly slow, it’s also eerily quiet. There are no galleries, no applause, and no chatter among the players. Even the birds stop chirping. Despite the pressure, I can honestly say I had enjoyed my first three rounds.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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