Word: palmer
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...lawyer in Athens, Ohio, Finsterwald went to Ohio University, developed an all-round game to compensate for his slight, hollow-chested build (5 ft. 10 in., 160 Ibs.). Finsterwald's steady brand of play avoids the single bad round that can ruin aggressive players like Venturi and Palmer (who is Finsterwald's best friend on the circuit). "If Finsterwald ever gets that little extra spark needed to win," says Byron Nelson, "it will be difficult for anyone ever to beat...
...Watch Me, Pap!" With such opposition, Arnold Palmer has need for every skill picked up in a lifetime of golf. He was raised, quite literally, on a golf course. His father, Milfred Jerome ("Deacon") Palmer, was greenskeeper and teaching pro at the club in Latrobe, 30 miles east of Pittsburgh. As a toddler, Arnie rode be tween his father's legs on the tractor-mower, romped in the rough, built castles in the sand traps. He was just seven when he talked his six-year-old sister Lois Jean into lugging around his heavy golf bag, went out one morning...
Many another kid has had such a dream ?but to Palmer it was no fancy. "Except for Bobby Jones," says a friend, "Arnie never idolized any golfer. I think he figured he'd beat them all some day." Step by step, his father carefully laid the foundations for Arnold's game. The Deacon drilled his son endlessly on his stroke ("Left arm straight, right arm close, hands tight on the club"), brushed off criticism that the boy's swing was too violent ("When he gets older, he'll balance himself better"). In the process, Palmer absorbed from his father...
...summer, Palmer built up his arms by wrestling tractors and mowers over the course (he had to stand up to handle the wheel); in the winter he drove balls painted bright red into the snow. At eleven he was coolly offering advice to the club champion?and having it gratefully accepted. Palmer never tired of practicing. "He'd be yelling, 'Watch me! Watch me! Watch me, Pap!'" recalls Deacon Palmer. "You'd get so sick of him you'd feel like hitting him a lick...
...Gentleman'sGame."In high school, Palmer got a stern lesson in controlling his temper on the course. Infuriated by flubbing a shot in a junior match, he sent his club sailing over a poplar grove. Going home, he found himself in a car with a grim father. "Pap told me that this was a gentleman's game, and he was ashamed of me," says Palmer. "If he saw or heard of me throwing a club again, he was through with me as a golfer. That did it." Settled down, Arnie Palmer twice won the state high school championship, then headed...