He is not a pro golfer. Nor a successful amateur. Nor a respected writer on the game. Richard Russell is just an ordinary golfer. A chunky under-achiever, whose only claim to fame is that he never, ever wears a sweater. He plays off six, which is the worst handicap anyone can have in golf. Consequently, his life is one of joint fifteenths and dusty mantelpieces. Part autobiography, part theory, part bumper book of fun,My Baby Got the Yipsis concerned with rarely pondered matters—the best way to throw a golf club, the greatest golfer you’ve never heard of, the ten most marvelous golfing moments, the impossible-ness of putting. Oh, and the secret of golf.