Those of us who relish golf and never were capable of playing it in polite company love to listen to those who actually could play talk about those who really could play.
And when the conversation among those who could play involves those in their 60s, 70s and even older, the "really could plays" are reserved not for bombers off the tee but splendid shot-makers.
That's what was imagined sitting in an anteroom at the Edina Country Club last week, listening to lifelong golf devotees talking about rivals or acquaintances and saying in admiration:
"He really could play."
We're talking about the days with small-headed persimmon drivers, and a full complement of needed long irons, and fairway grass that could be closer to dirt.
"This was a few years back, and Gene Hansen was practicing," Jim Manthis said. "I asked him how his game was and he said, 'I can't hit it out of a bad lie.' "
That's a shot-maker. Doesn't complain about a bad lie; complains that he can't execute the shot.
The magnificent, mysterious Hansen was the impetus for this Minnesota golf nostalgia. We like round numbers in sportswriting, you know, and this weekend is the 100th playing of the state public links tournament, and the 60th anniversary of Hansen winning what was then Minnesota's triple crown of men's golf: