Saturday, January 20, 2007
If you've ever wanted to send David Feherty a question or comment, here's your chance! David is putting down his mike to answer your E-mails in his mailbag column for GOLFONLINE.

Click here to send him your best question or comment. (Note: Letters may be edited for clarity and length).

I have enjoyed your column for years and have read all of your books. My question to you is, what is a besotted Irishman doing in Texas of all places? The climate is incredibly boring, and I know that one day you will let us in on what you really think of native Texans and your adopted state. Although I would suggest not letting us in on it until after you move far away -- Texans are, as you know, notoriously short-tempered about insults to their state and/or persons. I'm sure you don't miss the food from the "Olde Sod," but the beer must drive you mad (as if you needed encouragement). I suppose the whiskey travels well, as confirmed by your mad monthly rants in these and other pages. Keep up the lunacy, as golf would be entirely too serious without you making light of our madness for the game!

-- Jack Wolf, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Your bio says you live in Irving, Texas. This makes little sense, based on my own experience in Irving. I flew into to Dallas-Fort Worth Airport for a conference in Dallas, but, since I registered late, the only place to stay was the Days Inn in Irving, half a mile from Texas Stadium, the one with the hole in the top for God to watch his Cowboys. It had been a long trip, culminating in having a native Texan, still working on freeway driving, take us from the airport to the inn. Tired, hungry and THIRSTY, I stumbled down to the diner. The first thing I asked the cute little Texas thing waiting tables was "what's on tap?" To which she answered, "We don't serve beer. Irving is DRY." Ignoring the contradiction of having a football stadium in a dry town, what is an Irishman doing in a dry town like Irving? Or have they entered the late 20th century?

-- Mike McKeown

I have just spent many months in Columbia building a power plant. Before I left, a friend bequeathed his copy of "A Nasty Bit of Rough" and I purchased "Somewhere in Ireland ...". Both were great reads and supplied badly needed humor in the middle of nowhere. Any chance we'll get some more stories of the European Tour as those stories in the second book were wonderful. Or do we need to let a few die off so as not to embarass?

Keep up the good work. The game of golf needs you with these walking stiffs populating so much of the game these days.

-- Terry Kanaley

During a rather unenjoyable round recently I hit a shot into a swampy hazzard. I found my ball in the tall grass (is there any other kind?) resting upon a second golf ball, apparently hit by another unlucky sole. My question is this: Can I move the second ball so I can hit my shot without penalty? Also, what is the wierdest lie you've ever had in competition?
-- David Chorzempa, Riverside, Illinois

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