Sam Weinman

1 week ago | samweinman.com | Sam Weinman

Below is my eulogy for my incredible father, who died on April 9, 2025, four days shy of his 90th birthday. A moment like this is when my dad would ask if I had a handkerchief, at which point I’d say, “Dad, no one under the age of 70 carries a handkerchief.”Fine, you win. I need one now. January 2025. We were in the kitchen, Dad in a chair, me squatting before him with a pair of scissors. “I suppose you’re going to want a tip for this,” he said.

2 weeks ago | golfdigest.com | Sam Weinman

Golf is not a game for fiery locker-room speeches, but imagine what it would look like if it was. Player gets riled up in the clubhouse, storms past the green jackets on his way to the first tee and then … what exactly? Lag putts the Masters field into submission? Motivation in golf is tricky. The problem with trying to summon the type of run-through-a-wall adrenaline that prevails in other sports is that adrenaline can put you in the next fairway over.

3 weeks ago | golfdigest.com | Sam Weinman

An additional perk of winning the media lottery to play Augusta National the Monday after the Masters is the permission to be reasonably obnoxious about it afterward. Usually, detailed descriptions of my golf rounds are the easiest way to clear a room. Here, people even ask questions.

1 month ago | golfdigest.com | Sam Weinman

The hardest shot in golf, it’s been said, is the shot right after a shank. Because now you’re rattled, the thinking goes, and the memory is still fresh. The more golf you play, the more bad memories you risk accumulating. This is one of the downsides of experience. At my home course, I could provide an 18-hole tour of different ways I’ve sabotaged golf rounds. Here’s where I snapped two out of bounds. ... Over there I somehow hit a chip backward. ... I’d rather not talk about that bunker.

1 month ago | golfdigest.com | Sam Weinman

The pool noodle never made sense. Of all the odd concoctions in those frantic early days, that’s where they lost me. Golfer knocks a putt into the hole, fishes ball out of the bottom, but … don’t worry! This styrofoam pool noodle will keep illness at bay. The rest I got. No hand-shakes, no pulling the flagsticks, no bunker rakes. You should walk, but if you need a cart, it should be just you. We met in the parking lot. We settled bets over Venmo. Beers? Just have your beers at home.