GOLF has always had a bit of a habit of shooting itself in the foot. In fact, the stick and ba’ game has suffered so many self-inflicted wounds down the years, I’m convinced the Royal & Ancient clubhouse itself has developed a limp in its foundations. In these thoroughly wretched times, everyday existence at the moment seems to be accompanied by a constant, downbeat droning sound akin to a herd of cows mooing a sad chord progression en route to the abattoir. Issues and incidents in the golfing world over the last week or so have done little to raise the morale. A day after President T...