Paper Tiger: An Obsessed Golfer's Quest to Play with the Pros

I think it’s the dying. It starts with opting for the blue run instead of the black diamond, when skiing becomes less of a cathartic adventure, more of something I need to protect my bones against. Then I start taking the bus from Chicago instead of the prop plane to South Bend. I start thinking about family history, wondering when I’m old enough t

Tiger. You put him on the range with the top ten in the world, he’d look like

You have to love this kind of authentic journeyman golf pro, the sort of migrant cowboy you don’t find in our 401(k) culture anymore. Rare to find an educated, qualified professional who works only when he needs money, then quits his job when it’s time to be moving along, chasing tournaments like they’re roaming buffalo.

of my life. It’s not that I want a few chances to get it right—I want to get married only once. But do I really want to do anything that I want to do only once?

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