Like a misty genie hissing forth from an antique bottle, the idea for this book emerged full-blown at two thirty in the morning. I was trying to reclaim just enough of the blankets hogged by my black lab, Leo, to cover my shoulders and protect me from the autumn breezes riffling through the open window. Golf seemed a concept entirely at odds with what was lurking outside, but that didn't matter; I was hatching a plan.