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...seems improbable that a golfer can be overconfident (after all, a five-foot putt is always a five-foot putt), but this was the case with the Crimson. While Alex Vik and Tom Yellin fired identical 77's, none of the other five men could best 80, as Harvard's previously unbeaten mark slid...

Author: By Michael K. Savit, | Title: Crimson Linksters Fall to Tigers, Elis in Tri-Meet | 4/25/1975 | See Source »

...hook, forget it. Even with a well-placed drive, you've got to burn your second shot-usually a one-or two-iron for me. You have to drop the ball right on top of the plateau on the green or face a 45-ft., nerve-tester approach putt that will break in two directions...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: How the Masters Will Be Won | 4/14/1975 | See Source »

...because he's holding his glove too high. But with golf it's not that easy to tell why you aren't playing well. If you had Jack Nicklaus, maybe he could tell you, but otherwise you just have to go out and drive balls for an hour or putt for an hour...

Author: By William E. Stedman jr., | Title: Golf: 'An Individual Sport' | 3/24/1975 | See Source »

...delights in Freudian analysis of typographical slips of the finger, and points out tiresome puns at every opportunity. He even plays word golf, like Nabokov's Kinbote, only not as well: Golf, gold, good, gods, nods, nous, gnus, anus, Amos. "Eight strokes with some cheating and a one putt." It is as if Updike has been suppressing all this game-playing for years as self-indulgent and inappropriate, and now he has discovered the perfect way out--he can pin it on Marshfield in the name of character development...

Author: By James Gleick, | Title: A Keyboard Confessional | 3/6/1975 | See Source »

...course, I had seen little of all this, having waited hopefully on the 17th green for Hill's threesome to come through. When Hill missed a birdie putt that would have put him five under par, I had raced frantically up the 18th fairway, the rain soaking my notebook and ruining all my carefully recorded first-person observations into one another, trying desperately to get to the green in time to see the winning putt. It was no use. The putting surface was packed tight with belching, bellowing, beer-gutted golf fans who had parked their prodigious derrieres next...

Author: By Harry HURT Iii, | Title: The Real Victor Was a Cool Ole Killer | 8/20/1974 | See Source »

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