Back Story: After retiring from the SCUMP golf tour with enough cash to forever forego drinking young scotch or eating cheese whiz on weeds, Sned Wiffle signs an obscenely large contract with the Presque Isle Penny Saver to answer desperate write-in questions from poor souls with bad swings, little game and no clue.

As Sned's agent Sam Sippleman reasons, 'Somebody has to explain why a fat shot of penicillin won't cure a festering case of dirty grooves. And if the money's right, it might as well be Sned.'

SUPPORT INFO: With questionable observations regarding the professional tour, private clubs, municipal facilities and golfers of all levels, DEAR GOLFERMAN will have kindred appeal to the 26.2 million U.S. golfers who spend nearly $50 billion a year on their sport.

And like the movies Caddyshack, Tin Cup and Happy Gilmore, DEAR GOLFERMAN should also appeal to the millions more Americans who enjoy a chuckle at the expense of soft-in-the-middle people in pastel pants.

DEAR GOLFERMAN is an ongoing blog/small book series originally developed and reader-tested through our blog series: A GOLF JOURNAL. It is the third of a small book series to be released annually.

Sample entries for review. Complete manuscript available upon request.

Steve Ryan
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