I broke my club, and drove all the sand in his een, and the wee ba' moved no more than a foot! "That's a shot, too!" cried Mac.
"Aye," I said, a bit ruefully.

"I--I sort o' missed my swing, too, Mac." We did a wee bit better after that, but I'm no thinkin' either Mac or I will ever play against the champion in the final round at Troon or St.Andrews..