Word: gotta
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Round Three. Snead, who had tried twelve times and failed to win the Open, jubilantly figured he had plumbed Oakmont's secret. In his best hillbilly drawl, Sam explained: "You gotta sneak up on these holes. Effen you clamber and clank up on 'em, they're liable to turn around and bite you." By the 45th hole, Snead had a one-stroke lead. But at the end of the round, Hogan, playing in his shirtsleeves now, had the lead back-by one stroke-with a 73 to Snead...
...deep bond which distances and careers do not seem to disturb. During the war, when Oveta was in Washington, she talked to Will in Houston every night. (Once, when an operator asked him if his long-distance call was necessary. Will replied '"Course it is. I gotta talk to Oveta, don't I?") Last month, when Will celebrated his 75th birthday, Oveta left her Washington desk in time to catch a 10 a.m. plane. She arrived in Houston at 2 p.m., presided over an enormous birthday party, turned in at midnight, turned out again...
...punch hard. He needs more experience. He's, well, you know ..." The welterweight champion left the thought unfinished. His next objective: the middleweight (160 lbs.) title. After all, says Gavilan: "I beat all the beeg welterweights, didn't I? Who else I gonna fight? Who gotta chance with the Keed...
...come out classical and strictly correct. He does his sleeping at night, and every day he practices from three to six hours. "If you get out of practice," Benny explains, mopping his brow, "you lose your lip. It's a physical kind of thing. You gotta be in shape even to just stand there and have this thing hung onto ya." After practice Benny relaxes by the fire in his Connecticut country home, sipping coffee sweetened with saccharin. At 43 he still looks like a handsome and faintly quizzical professor: fit, bespectacled, a bit heavier than in the days...
...Gotta Have My Baby Back (Rusty Draper; Mercury). A torchy howl in the Frankie Laine tradition, backed by a big, swinging band and a few real jazz licks...