UNLESS you possess the same instinctive, romantic flair as Casanova, Romeo, or, er, Alan Titchmarsh, then St Valentine’s Day can be something of an excruciating palaver for the bumbling male masses. I thought, for instance, that the erogenous zones were a series of countries on the UK government’s coronavirus quarantine list. Lumbered with this pitiful sense of amorous adventure, then, my sweeping, lovey-dovey gesture on Sunday night involved settling in to watch the AT&T Pebble Beach Pro-Am …
SPIETH STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS The grand slam-winning Bobby Jones once said of championship golf that it was “something like a cage. First you are expected to get into it and then you are expected to stay there. But of course, nobody can stay there.”