"I left a few out there..."

Or, "The selective memory of the golfing species"

You hear it now and then, this phrase. Sometimes in the car park, or over by the shoe cleaner. Or maybe in the locker room, or while leaning on the bar, gasping for something to take the edge of your nerves. One player asks another “how’d you get on?”; the golfing equivalent of “how are you?”

A common courtesy, of course, and I’d like to think that most …