Like the author's golf game, this book is impressive off the tee most of the time, but it falters on the short game and has a lot of flubbed shots. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone who isn't deeply knowledgeable about golf and who would read just about anything on the game.
My feeling is the Tom Coyne is trying to be Bill Bryson, but on golf. However, Coyne doesn't have the sense of humor nor ability to marshal obscure facts. Furthermore, Bryson takes something that he knows very little about -- Australia, Appalachian Trail, etc. -- and brings you along as he learns. Part of the pleasure is finding surprises along with him. Coyne assumes you are golf-obsessed and know a lot about the game already, or else why would you buy this book? I think that's a mistake, and he could have dumbed it down for the less-interested, occasional player. As a person who's followed golf since Tom Watson and Hale Irwin dueled Jack Nicklaus, you'd think I could keep up. But there were times when Coyne lost me with his golf references and descriptions.
I also dislike Coyne's treatment of his girlfriend and wife-to-be Allyson. At least a half-dozen times times we're told she's a leggy blonde who likes to shop. We're also treated once to a reference to her bouncing boobs when she caddies for him. And we're told in an offhand way that the blonde, leggy, chesty shopaholic is, by the way, a rising star in an insurance company. I'm sure she feels great going into staff meetings with the description of her in this book as the image in colleagues' minds.
Meanwhile, he's dated her for 9 years and avoided a marriage discussion. Instead, he blurts out that he's going to take a year off from their relationship in order to move to Florida and work on his golf game --- that's the premise of the book.
Anyway, Coyne's premise -- which he states about 50 times -- is that he's living out the fantasy of every middle-aged male by trying to make the pro golf tour. He's taking that shot that the rest of us only talk about on the 19th hole. (And he's clear that it's only a man's fantasy, as the idea that women would like to be pro golfers is mentioned only once in passing with the observation that they're getting more athletic and accomplished. But sexy beer girls at charity tournaments are mentioned more than women golfers in this book.)
Coyne is good enough that the fantasy isn't insane, and therefore he can't play it for laughs. At the time of the book, he's 29 years old and about 8-9 years away from playing competitive golf, as a flaked out during a tryout for the Notre Dame Univ. team as a freshman. But he can whale the ball when he hits it right, and he knows how to play all the sticks in his bag, at least to some degree. So he goes on an odyssey of swing coaches, conditioning, psychology and equipment upgrades. We're along for the ride.
The book attempts to be funny, but in general that's not its aim. It is serious because, as I noted above, Coyne is good enough that his attempt isn't a joke in the way that Bill Bryson's would be. The best parts of the book (for me) are about the pressures he feels when he's playing on actual courses, either under the eye of one of his coaches or in the tournaments he starts to enter about six months into his program. I've never played a competitive round of golf in my life, and I've only been on a professional- or country club-caliber course once in my life, so I enjoyed reading about the look, the feel, the sense of entitlement that hanging out in such environments brings. Coyne is really good at maintaining his perspective that he -- and his competitors -- are privileged to have the opportunity to do what they do.
In the end, however, this book doesn't add up to much. Coyne gets a lot better at golf, and he learns a little about himself along the way, about how disciplined he can be, about how mental blocks have interfered with aspects of his life. He doesn't come close to making even the lowest run of the pro tour, but Allyson stays by his side (quite literally at times, as she caddies for him in some tournaments), and they get engaged, presumably to live happily ever.