Letter from St. Andrews: Pretenders to the Throne
2010 just may have the greatest lineup ever for major championship sites, and each of the four courses lays claim to a heritage of links golf. But according to our man in St. Andrews, only one is the real deal.
Letter from St. Andrews: A Prince of a Day
In an intratown showdown, the cagey veterans of the R&A employed an unorthodox strategem—eight pre-round drinks—to defeat their younger, stronger, and more talented opponents from the University of St. Andrews
Letter from St. Andrews: Millie & Me
The author comes clean about the “other” lady in his life and the new role she’ll have in each issue
Letter from St. Andrews: Rules of Engagement
A look at one of golf’s alleged predecessors, the deliciously nasty game called chole
Letter from St. Andrews: Between the Hill and Strath
With a fiercely sloping green and a pair of dastardly bunkers, the 11th hole at the Old Course is one of the greatest par threes in golf
Letter from St. Andrews: They Watched In Awe
Memories of Jack and the 1978 Open
Letter from St. Andrews: Still Got His Wits
Ghoulish game-playing on the occasion of seniorhood
Letter from St. Andrews: National Offense
The Masters course of today bears little resemblance to the one Jones and MacKenzie created
Letter from St. Andrews: It Doesn’t Add Up
A critical look at the wacky British handicap system
Letter from St. Andrews: You Never Walk Alone
We all have our golf demons—say hello to a few of mine
