Why my mother counted only her ‘beauties’
As anyone who has taken up golf knows, the first few outings can be rough going. You hack up a giant clod of sod while the ball remains placidly on the tee. You shank the ball off the butt of the club. You twist your spine, rotate your shoulders, and unload on the ball, only to see it roll a begrudging 10 yards. It’s
