The Nifkin Creed

This is my Nifkin.

There are many tournaments like it, but this one is mine.

My Nifkin is my best friend.

It is my life.

I must master it as I master my life.

Nifkin, without me, is useless.

Without Nifkin, I am useless.

I must aim and putt true during Nifkin.

I must shoot straighter than anyone who is trying to beat me.

I must beat him before he beats me.

I will...

My Nifkin fellows and myself know that it is not the balls we hit in this war,

It is not the putts we sink,

It’s not the spoofs we lose,

Nor the plus-fours we wear.

We know that it is the tournament that counts.

We will hit...

My Nifkin is human, even as I am, because it is my life.

Thus, I will learn it as a brother.

I will learn its weakness, its strength, its history, its future, its club and its jacket.

I will keep my Nifkin true and honest, and I in turn shall be true and honest.

We will become part of each other.

We will.... Before God I swear this creed.

Me and my eight friends are the defenders of our Nifkin.

We are the masters of our enemy.

We are the saviours of our lives.

So be it, until victory is Champ and there is no enemy, but defeat.