You’re standing over a vital five-foot putt, doing your level best to commit to a smelly left-to-right line, when you suddenly hear your brain asking “Hmm, I wonder what’s for tea tonight…” Believe me, this is not as uncommon as it sounds.
OK, it might not always be food-related; but whatever level we have reached in the game, our focus can go a-wandering at the most inappropriate moments. It can even happen to the best of us. Just ask the oldest Major champion of them all.
“I have a hard
