Best golf quotes?

Question by beachgirl: Best golf quotes?
What are some of the best golf quotes?

Thanks!

Best answer:

Answer by ucfgolf07
Hockey is a sport for white men. Basketball is a sport for black men. Golf is a sport for white men dressed like black pimps.

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5 Responses to “Best golf quotes?”

  • Jill R:

    My uncle is on the PGA Tour!?!

  • Bobbio:

    A golf instructor once told my best friend after his third lesson, “As far as I can see, all you lack in golf is talent, desire, and motivation.”

  • schneidsgame:

    -“I bet ya slice it into the woods, a hundred bucks.”
    -“Gambling is illegal at Bushwood, sir, and I never slice.”

  • wallace_state:

    There are many good ones:

    “you should put your clubs up for two weeks, and then quit”

    “drive for show and put for dough”

    “tee it high and let it fly, tee it low and let it go”

    “180 straighty” (in reference to a short player that hits it straight)

    “alice” (the name given to someone who leaves a put short)

    a personal fav of mine is more of a story i guess: Lee Trevino, always one for a good one liner, during a lightning storm once said “hold the one iron up in the air” when asked “why would you want to do that” he quickly replied “not even God can hit a one iron!”

    many many other good ones, but there are a few for you

  • seth w:

    arnold palmer to a golf writer that said he was too far back to win the open at cherry hills in 1960.
    “The hell I am. If i shoot 65 thats 280, and 280 wins open.”
    He shot 65 and came back from 7 down to win it.

    “Little bit of chicken left on that bone.” for a putt left short.

    “Man i’ve been under more balls that a midget stripper.” for when you’re hitting it fat

    “Greatness courts failure.” when you hit a shot you know you shouldnt

    “Sex and golf are the two things you can enjoy even if you’re not good at them.”

    “Winner, winner! Chicken Dinner!”

    “Well, I tend to think of the golf swing as a poem. The critical opening phrase of this poem will always be the grip. Which the hands unite to form a single unit by the simple overlap of the little finger. Lowly and slowly the clubhead is led back. Pulled into position not by the hands, but by the body which turns away from the target shifting weight to the right side without shifting balance. Tempo is everything; perfection unobtainable as the body coils down at the top of the swing. Theres a slight hesitation. A little nod to the gods. And now the weight begins shifting back to the left pulled by the powers inside the earth. It’s alive, this swing! A living sculpture and down through contact, always down, striking the ball crisply, with character. A tuning fork goes off in your heart and your loins. Such a pure feeling is the well-struck golf shot. Now the follow through to finish. Always on line. The reverse C of the Golden Bear! The steel workers’ power and brawn of Carl Sandburg’s. Arnold Palmer!”