“Golfers like to do a lot of things on their own: beat a bucket at the range; play a familiar course at sunrise; complete a full circle of made 3-footers around one hole on the putting green. Normally an empty course at dusk would have felt like a gift.”
Don’t Be a Sheep
Exploring the boundaries and uncertain future of Bally Bandon Sheep Ranch.
“I’ll never forget the look on his face as an 18-day-old foal sprinted around him in a small grass paddock. If static images had sound, it would still never do that moment justice.”
At Home With: Gary Player
Running with horses, and up the side of a mountain: time spent not relaxing at the legend’s stud farm in South Africa.
“Brains and golf are not necessarily great bedfellows.”
The President’s Putter
For decades, Oxford has squared off against Cambridge in this quintessentially British event that cuts to the core of what a golf competition should be.
“From all these things, ideas start to form, and I pull gently on their threads like when I’m trying to remember a dream in the morning.”
The Emergent Pattern
War, loss, freedom and golf inspire the artwork of Geoffrey Cunningham.
“We would have been happy to play the scorecard routing again, but our hosts unlocked an entirely new and equally spectacular golf course.”
To the Place We Belong
To some, Sweetens Cove is nine holes in rural Tennessee. To others, it’s a religious experience.
“This is probably someone famous from the Pro-Am, but I was more interested in the tree.”
Sports Illustrated photographer Robert Beck captures golf beyond the visible spectrum.
“Today’s technology has rendered many of golf’s sub-400-yard par 4s defenseless. Not the 11th.”
Yardage Book: Rite of Passage
Finding the green, and history, of Merion’s fabled 11th hole.
“The factory heats up quickly and workdays are typically completed by the time most of America is taking its lunch break. In the old days, that meant the boys could skip out for an afternoon 18 and an evening full of beer, laughs and sketchy bars before waking up (or staying up) to do it all over again.”
Whistling Past the Graveyard
Louisville Golf is somehow still making hickories. And they’re loving it.
“Stephenson, who dated Donald Trump for a year in the mid-’70s, was one of the most recognizable female athletes in the world in 1983.”
The Year Is: 1983
From Michael’s Moonwalk to Seve’s smash, reliving one of golf’s great years.