Randy Voorhees

They lay up on par 3s. They reek of Ben-Gay. They can be spotted six holes away in their yellow pants and white belts. And after every shot, they ask, "Did anyone see where my ball went?" They're the over-the-hill golfers, a breed of golfer that to know is to loveso long as you're not playing behind a foursome of them. You're an Over-the-Hill Golfer When . . . takes fun, lighthearted jabs at those whose birdie-making days are well behind them. The...