In 1941, six months before Pearl Harbor, a small-town pro from Iowa named John Pine teed off in the United States Open. His wife had just left him, his car tires had been slashed, and he had exactly one penny in his bankj account. And of the few who bothered to watch his opening drive, no one other than his sickly caddie and his elven-year-old foster daughter knew or cared anything about him. But in what would be the last tournament he would ever play, John Pine would take a place—a now-forgotten, but exgraordinary place—in golf history.

"A tale about integrity, second chances, and the cost of doing the right thing."
—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

"The rare sports novel with enough wit, style, and intelligence to travel well beyond the fairway."
—Manhattan Book Review