Quotes from Tom Coyne

I too often took golf's capriciousness as its most maddening vice, but if I adjusted my stance and looked from another angle, its fickleness was the game's greatest gift.

The land on which this game is played holds memories for a very long time, and once in a while, it lets us come back and walk around in them.

A holed ball was beautiful and final. All it left you were the stories of how it arrived there, powerless I change that plot.

This is a great learning experience. It builds character.

It's not so much that I am a cynic, I just might take a bit too much pleasure in demonstrating why things aren't as rosy as they seem.

They share the same ballbusting sense of humor, both of them from a generation that seemed to know how to do two things far better than my contemporaries: work and laugh.

The writer overthinks by necessity, collecting and complicating small details, while the tournament golfer needs to be simple, myopic, fixated on one detail at a time.

The Lab hopped up on the picnic table, his coat matted with wet sand. He walked over and sat down next to me, looking out at the ocean as if to say, Pretty nice, huh? I took quick stock of my world as I stood there—thatched pub, clean bed, cool pint of stout, a Labrador—and it was pretty nice, indeed. hole 199

If you had ever leaned sideways into the breeze with a sand wedge in your hands, staring through windblown tears at a golf ball entombed in four feet of fanged thistle, clothes soaked through to the skin, fingers like an overworked fishmonger, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to stop smiling—then you got it.