Word: bogarting
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...Bogart Jackson had to do was go out and play par golf for one more afternoon, and he would become the hottest new property on the tour since the once-chubby Jack Nicklaus shed 60 pounds and began playing--instead of eating--like a Golden Bear...
...then, 18-year-old Bogart Jackson met Her, and that afternoon he carded a 78. Cliff Roberts scratched his name off of the Masters list. Jim McKay broke the luncheon date. His father tried to convince him to enroll in college. But Bogart Jackson just cleaned his dirty irons, packed up his golf bag, and headed to Texas with...
Seven years later, Bogart Jackson lipped his final practice putt before heading to the first tee for yet another attempt to acquire that small card which would permit him to play the pro circuit. He sighed as the ball rimmed the cup and stopped spinning half-an-inch from the hole. This would be his last qualifier, he promised himself. If he didn't make it, he would quit...
...pleasurable thing that compares to a clean golf shot, yet She had diverted him from practice, pulling him away from his Spalding sweet-spot. And when her esteemed husband, 11th on last year's money list, had discovered her affair, he had waged a personal campaign to disassociate Bogart Jackson from the world of professional golf. Bogart Jackson would return from a long round, and his shoes would be missing. Or his plane ticket. From time to time, his putter would be stolen--anything to upset his concentration or throw off his rhythm, the two essential things a pro requires...
...with his excommunication because he loved the sensation of a pure golf shot. And Bogart Jackson had a dream: he would be lounging around at the Bing Crosby, and a tournament official would inform him he was paired with the Husband. Bogart Jackson knew exactly what he would do. The Husband would be searching the woods for an errant tee shot, and Bogart Jackson would play away. Bogart Jackson would use his three-iron and peg the ball low and hard, curling it into the woods where the Husband would be bent over. Perhaps if the three-iron were perfectly...