Worth the Drive

what she was doing was a far cry from any seduction Darío had ever seen before. She didn’t seem to know what she was doing. He thought for a moment that she was actually batting her eyes at him!

When she nearly set her hair on fire leaning across the candlelit table to whisper something to him that could easily have been said at a normal level, Darío was determined to put her out of her own misery. For her own safety, as well as for the fact that it was painful to watch her demonstration.

We were happily married for eight months. Unfortunately, we were married for four and a half years. ~ Nick Faldo, professional golfer

The Ron who had pursued her relentlessly their freshman year at Michigan State.

You keep the house. I’ll keep the Hummer. The rest we can figure out later.

I don’t like watching golf on TV. I can’t stand whispering. ~ David Brenner, comedian

Lizzie led Katie to the bleachers that overlooked the driving range. They settled onto seats in the first row and both started to look at the day’s pairing sheet that they’d taken from the attendant at the gate.

I played as much golf as I could in North Dakota, but summer up there is pretty short. It usually falls on a Tuesday. ~ Mike Morley, pro golfer from North Dakota

She held out her hand as she swiveled in her seat, and came face to face with Darío Luna. Well, not quite face to face, more like hand to crotch. Her hand, held out to shake, came into direct contact with two-time Masters winner Darío Luna’s penis. His “oomph” and her simultaneous “oohh” stunned the rest of the table until the man standing next to Darío said, “If that’s your idea of a greeting, luv, let me introduce myself.

Lizard, there is no way the guy is interested. First of all I shake his crotch instead of his hand when we’re introduced. Then I get drunk. I fall asleep in his car and drool all over myself. Then I pass out on him in an elevator seconds after I tell him his arms are the

I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father. ~ Greg Norman, professional golfer

It was a friendly divorce. She left me the piano and the lawnmower. I couldn’t play either one. ~ Lee Trevino, professional golfer