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
Golf Dreams-Writings On Golf