The America's Cup, yachting's great and garish grail, is a tumorous tureen no handsomer than a camel.

Only a few millionaires with wet bottoms were very disappointed.

God said to Faldo, as He once said to Nicklaus, You will have the skills like no other. Then he whispered to Ballesteros, as he whispered to Palmer, But they will love you more.

It's not nuclear physics. You always remember that. But if you write about sports long enough, you're constantly coming back to the point that something buoys people something makes you feel better for having been there. Something of value is at work there...Something is hallowed here. I think that something is excellence.