THESE are breathless times for golf. In fact, I almost ran out of puff just there, halfway through typing the word ‘breathless’. It’s been a panting, gasping old spell of late what with all that relentless LIV Golf Series palaver being immediately followed by a titanic US Open.
For some light escapism amid the general tumult, your correspondent popped along to the circus at the weekend. “Are you the clown who writes a weekly golf column?” asked the ringmaster with a crack of his whip. It was just like being back on the sports desk.
