THERE are a heck of a lot of things to think about in golf. For some of us, the sheer volume of doom-laden thoughts flooding a feeble mind can lead to the kind of disastrous decision making usually reserved for a panic-stricken pheasant darting about the grass verges of a busy A-road.
As for Euan McIntosh? Well, the decision he made to return to the amateur ranks in an effort to bolster his ambitions of a second coming as a professional on the over-50s circuit raised one or two eyebrows. “I think some people may have thought I was nuts,” he reflected with a wry chortle. “Maybe I did too?”
