Word: nicklauses
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...plays a game with which I am not familiar." -Bobby Jones, describing young Jack Nicklaus...
...Watson plays a game of golf with which Jack Nicklaus-and no one else-is familiar. These two can look at each other now and see where they are going and where they have been. In the 1977 British Open at Turnberry, Scotland, Nicklaus and Watson crossed a dark moor together and came out Watson and Nicklaus. To Jack's 68, 70, 65 and 66, Tom shot 68, 70, 65 and 65, erasing any doubts about whether his Masters victory that year was a fluke, and taking over as the best golfer in the world. Watson has been...
...last month in cahoots with young Don January, 52. Sam is not done with the juniors yet. Last Thursday, on his 70th birthday, he teed it up in the first round of the Memorial Tournament at Muirfield Village near Columbus, on an exquisite golf course built by Jack Nicklaus that will one day be for Nicklaus what Augusta National is for Bobby Jones: something close to a monument...
...green, it is another story. An old story, a horror story. Golfers all lose their game, and usually their dignity, on the green. Nicklaus, who is in the throes of it at 42, won for the first time in two years last month with the steadying aid of his 19-year-old son Steve, who caddied and read his putts. Hogan got to the chilling point where he could scarcely draw the putter blade back. "I've seen Ben smoke a whole cigarette over a 6-ft. putt," said Snead with a shiver. "Once you get the 'yips...
...always shown my emotions, and I guess I always will." From the breed of golfers who hate to smile or suffer outwardly, here is one who will drop his head and his heart, his club and sometimes his caddie. No one will ever again be Nicklaus or Palmer, let alone equal parts of both, but Stadler at least will not have to belly flop into any lakes. At the Masters, a deep thinker asked him, "Where are you now, and where are you going?" "Here," the Walrus said, "and home." -By Tom Callahan