How Far Would You Go? Golfers do whatever it takes to play the best courses BY ALAN SHIPNUCK
The first time I went to Scotland it was with a group of seven other guys. Our 16-rounds-in-nine-days itinerary was efficiently organized by a veteran of many pilgrimages to the auld sod. All I had to do was show up, and this lack of
attention to detail became a problem on our first morning in St. Andrews. We were able to secure only one foursome through the “ballot,” as the Old Course’s tee time lottery is known, so as rookies on the trip my friend Matt and I were forced to try to sneak on as singles. Shortly after dawn we approached the starter’s shed to put our names on the list. Behind the glass was a dour Scot with gin blossoms spreading across his nose. He asked our names and only one other thing: “Proof of handicap, lads.”
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