During the golden age of golf, many of the sport’s greatest players never went pro. They couldn’t afford the pay cut.
When you’re lining up a putt on the close-cropped green, there are ghosts at your shoulder. More than any other game, golf is played with a sense of tradition.
For a century now, it has been a haven to some, an outrage to others, and it is one of the very few social institutions that have survived their founders’ world.
It was fifty years ago that Bobby Jones won his Grand Slam, making him the only man who ever has—or probably ever will—conquer the “Impregnable Quadrilateral” of golf