Of all the thousands of rounds of golf I’ve played in excruciating heat, Friday wasn’t even that bad relatively — it was about 90 degrees and humid, but a nice breeze coming from the ocean. But on the day a remarkably kind Reader invites me to play THE National Golf Links of America, I come down with heat stroke, which combined with dehydration and exhaustion is just a disaster. I was mortified. Had it been almost any other course — notwithstanding Augusta National and maybe a few others — I would have called it quits after the 7th when I practically collapsed.
