Dress bothered the caddie very little, for the other
fellows never criticized the habiliments, however poor.
I wore a sweater constantly, even to grammar school,
and I have a distinct remembrance of being offered by
my mother a pecuniary inducement to wear a collar on
some special occasion at school. It was not comfortable
to caddy in collars and it was a dreadful nuisance to
be obliged to change clothes as soon as one reached
home from school. My habit was to drop school books
inside the house door without going in and bolt for
The good golfer loves his clubs and takes a great and justifiable pride in them. He has many reasons for doing so. Golf clubs are not like most other implements that are used in sport. A man may go to a shop and pick out a cricket bat or a billiard cue with which he may be tolerably certain he will be able to play something approaching to his best game when he is in the mood for playing it. The acquaintance which is begun in the shop is complete a few days later.
Before sweet spot finders were invented, golfers had to rely on their superstitions and guesswork to hope they hit the perfect point and end up with the best shot their swing could deliver.
Golfers routinely blame a missed shot on the fact that they didn’t hit the sweet spot. Some use this phrase to mean the sweet spot of a golf club, but others know there’s a science involved in hitting the right point on a golf ball, also known as a sweet spot.
