Chapter 15‘Lots of postage, wrong address,’ Fuzzy muttered under his breath.
Luke chuckled. His caddy never failed to amuse him, even when he’d heard it a hundred times before. They were on the practice range at the famous Baltusrol Golf Club, and he had just fired a huge drive way over the fencing that protected the right side of the range.
Fuzzy called Luke a fiery golfer. The only way he’d ever played was to ‘give it the works’. In their early days together his caddy had tried to get him to slow his game down. But it was against Luke’s nature, and although he acknowledged that it might save him the odd shot, when he tried it his play went soft and dull. What mattered more, so did his spirits. Fuzzy was smart enough to recognise this. But he still clucked and fussed, knowing that less
