Unplayable Lies

I've a pretty strong interest in politics, though this here blog has become such a time-suck that I'm unable to keep up as previous...

Alas Poor Furyk, I knew him Horatio. Looks like our man Jim, don't you think?  At the very least, they share a barber. Forgive me...

I'm drafting this post (or at least began the post) with the final round of the Barclays visible out of the corner of my left eye.  It ...

A slightly later than usual tee time allows a moment or two for my readers.  By now you've undoubtedly seen this, as Phil plays his sec...

Unplayable Lies is now on Twitter.  Not surprisingly, you can find me at @UnplayableLies. Now, when I say that I'm now on Twitter, I o...

It's late summer and the most important golf is behind us, yet there's still so much to mull over... TW Unplugged - If I'v...

The placement of any tree, so close to the finish of a shot to the green that it may catch the ball and deflect it to a fortunate or unfortu...