Gary Player, the great South African golfer, once remarked, "The harder I practice, the luckier I seem to get." It is a wonderful throwaway, a self-deprecating, simplistic sentence designed to play to the galleries, you would think.
After all, what is the correlation between practice and luck? Isn't practice the bedrock of success? Aren't long hours on the putting green or the driving range the way to go as you seek perfection in the 18-hole game, battling your inner demons, the tricky lies, the vagaries of nature? Isn't practice designed primarily to take the element of luck out of the equation?
For, after all, what is luck? A chance occurrence an event that somehow transpires on its own as the stars align themselves or destiny chooses to smile, benevolently or otherwise. Player seemed to suggest, if only obliquely, that you can control your own destiny on the golf course. How bizarre?