Kevin Myers: Seve's dignity and joy rewrote world's image of Spanish people
You will not usually come to this space to read about golf.
There is a good reason for this. When considering the matters of A) Moroccan slave-galleys; B) the immolation of widows on their Indian husband's funeral pyres; C) the footbreaking and binding of girls' feet in China; D) boy chimney-sweeps in England; E) the Thirty Years War in Bohemia; and F) the Masters from Augusta, in terms of unspeakable awfulness, I'm never quite sure which should be placed second after F. Frankly, in the entire history of deplorable human conduct, little comes close to golf.
Yet today's column is nonetheless on this very subject, though I confess, I don't know whether I should use a caddy or a godwit to get a bogey. Which is fine, because you don't need to know anything on the sport to be aware of Seve Ballesteros, who did more for Spain than anyone since Velasquez.