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The Spring Sports Extravaganza continues with a tribute to the green mile!
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Golf Quotes from Penguin Authors:
"Golf is so popular simply because it is the best game in the world at which to be bad." ~A.A. Milne
"Golf is a good walk spoiled." ~Mark Twain
"It's good sportsmanship not to pick up lost balls while they are still rolling." ~Mark Twain
"The uglier a man's legs are, the better he plays golf. It's almost a law." ~H.G. Wells, Bealby, 1915
Ancestral Links
A Golf Obsession Spanning Generations
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Book: Hardcover | 9.25 x 6.25in | 304 pages | ISBN 9780451225917 | 03 Mar 2009 | NAL | 18 - AND UP
One man's quest to uncover the roots of his family's obsession with golf-a journey that takes him to his ancestral home in Ireland, to Scotland, and to the American heartland.
John Garrity is well known in the golf world for his writing for Sports Illustrated, Golf Magazine, and on Golf.com. In this new book, Garrity travels to the remote corner of Ireland from which his great-grandfather left for America, now home to a majestic golf course. There he discovers why local farmers spent seven years carving the course out of unforgiving terrain, using only rakes and spades for their work. From there, he visits Musselburgh, Scotland, where his maternal ancestors played golf before the first thirteen rules of the game were written there in 1774, and to Wisconsin's St. Croix River Valley, where his father learned the Ancient Game.
Part memoir, part travelogue, and all golf, this book is for the enthusiast, the casual fan, or just the curious. The story of how golf altered three small-town landscapes and forever changed one family will captivate readers and inspire them to find life's greatest treasures in their own family tree.
View John Garrity's photos from his trip to retrace his roots in Ireland on Golf.com here.
A Course Called Ireland
A Long Walk in Search of a Country, a Pint, and the Next Tee
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Book: Hardcover | 9.25 x 6.25in | 320 pages | ISBN 9781592404247 | 19 Feb 2009 | Gotham Books | 18 - AND UP
An epic Celtic sojourn in search of ancestors, nostalgia, and the world's greatest round of golf
In his thirties, married, and staring down impending fatherhood, Tom Coyne was well familiar with the last refuge of the adult male: the golfing trip. Intent on designing a golf trip to end all others, Coyne looked to Ireland, the place where his father had taught him to love the game years before. As he studied a map of the island and plotted his itinerary, it dawned on Coyne that Ireland was ringed with golf holes. The country began to look like one giant round of golf, so Coyne packed up his clubs and set off to play all of it. And since Irish golfers didn't take golf carts, neither would he. He would walk the entire way.
A Course Called Ireland is the story of a walking- averse golfer who treks his way around an entire country, spending sixteen weeks playing every seaside hole in Ireland and often battling through all four seasons in one Irish afternoon. Coyne plays everything from the top-ranked links in the world to nine-hole courses crowded with livestock. Along the way, he searches out his family's roots, discovers that a once-poor country has been transformed by an economic boom, and finds that the only thing tougher to escape than Irish sand traps are Irish pubs. By turns hilarious and poetic, A Course Called Ireland is a magnificent tour of a vibrant land and a paean to the world's greatest game.
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Disclaimer: This excerpt contains adult language and may not be suitable for all readers.
I took my first golf trip to Ireland when I was nineteen years old.
Growing up outside Philadelphia as the youngest of five, I had a vague sense of my Irish roots. I knew that my great-grandparents hailed from towns in County Mayo, that they settled in Scranton, Pennsylvania, before the turn of the century, and that none of them ever went back. I wore a green kiss me, i'm irish pin on my Catholic school uniform on March 17, and I suffered through corned beef and cabbage once a year, but that was the extent to which Ireland was celebrated in our house. The only other time I remember hearing about our heritage was when my mother would accuse my father or one of my brothers (and even myself from time to time) of being a damn Irishman. I took it as a compliment, though it never quite sounded like one.
We were Americans, Catholics, golfers, Phillies fans, shoregoers, Wiffle-ballers-even as a redhead, Irish ranked low on my list of labels. The potential of my heritage never occurred to me until I graduated high school and my father took me on a golf tour of Ireland, where we spent a week discovering the Irish countryside through a bus window and I first began to wonder- what were my great-grandparents thinking? How was Lackawanna County an upgrade from County Mayo? My family came from a postcard where everyone laughed and danced and the air smelled of turf and sea. How could they have pulled up their roots out of so much soft green and gold?
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