While marshaling a Par 3 at a U.S. Open:

I remember how strangely trivial a golf ball looked in this interim, resting between strokes, like the weary face of an actor relaxing offstage.  One moment, the spotlight focus of the multitudes, and the next, a lowly orb half-hidden in the anonymous grass.

John Updike

Memoirs of a Marshal

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