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A Dictionary of Golf's Colorful Vernacular

There are things they don't teach you in golf school. You may come away knowing how to play a reasonable game of golf, but if someone said to you that he was snake bit ever since his beagle, would you have a clue what he was talking about? There is a secret language of golf that goes far beyond par and birdie. How much of it do you actually know?

... On the 18th tee, Jimbo decided to let the big dog eat. Feeling the pressure, he foozled and hit a wormburner into the mahoofka. His mulligan turned into a culligan when he launched a lateral into the drink. The rest of the hole was all military golf. On his approach, he chili-dipped and landed on the beach, where he found himself facing Yasir Arafat. Jimbo grabbed his spatula and escaped from the cat box and onto the froghair, only to fall prey to a case of the yips. Jimbo ended up carding a snowman by the time he left the dance floor. His buddies went straight to emergency room, but Jimbo got back in the BIPmobile and headed for murderer's row...

Born and raised in France, Hubert Pedroli discovered the game of golf more than twenty-five years ago on the seaside links of Normandy. He brought his passion for the game with him to America, playing golf along the California coast. Now residing outside New York City, he continues his love of the game through travel, reading, historical research and compiling a collection of golf books and memorabilia. In addition to numerous English and Scottish clubs, Pedroli is the proud owner of two Calamity Jane putters.

Mary Tiegreen grew up in Chicago in a family that was passionate about the game of golf. Her design career began at the age of 11 when she created the posters and invitations for Babe Zaharias Memorial Golf Tournament for the Cook County Women's Golf Association. Even at this young age, she questioned the wisdom of pastel polyester pants (for men), but came to accept that golf is a universe unto itself. Although she has strayed from the links from time to time, she returned to her first love when she met and married Hubert Pedroli, an obsessed golfer with questionable pants. Together they play golf, talk, golf, collect golf, dream golf, and write about golf. They reside outside New York with a big dog named Daisy.