Word: snead
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...over yet. Still out on Medinah's tough, narrow-waisted fairways, and needing only even pars to tie Middlecoff was Sam Snead. The grapevine buzzed that Snead was hot. "He's burning up that last nine," snapped Middlecoff nervously. "I'm betting I won't win. I'll bet you $10 right now that Snead ties me or beats me." Somebody took...
...next to last hole-Medinah's infamous xyth-balding, slope-shouldered Sam Snead stood on the elevated tee and squinted at the postage stamp green 193 yards away. Snead's tee shot was long, landed in inch-high grass on the apron. It was a simple chip shot, but Sam reached instead for the borrowed putter that had revitalized his game (TIME, June...
...gave a horde of newsmen one glum look: "It was that damned seventeenth that did it." Gary Middlecoff just grinned and paid off his $10 hedge-bet. With a $2,000 first prize and the prestige that goes with being U.S. Open golf champion, he could well afford it. Snead had tied for second place with North Carolinian Clayton Heafner...
...ripe age for big-league golf, Samuel Jackson Snead was burning up the courses like a Virginia grass fire. He shot hard and accurate golf to win the Masters Tournament in April, and he was red-hot last week as he stroked his way to the P.G.A. championship at Richmond's Hermitage Country Club. In between times, Sam was warm enough to scoop up seven other prizes, boosting his winnings for the year to $12,610, tops in the trade. Unless something put the fire out he figured to have the biggest of all tournaments, this week...
There the established stars and the survivors of 1,302 lesser golfers who spent last week qualifying* would fight it out in the U.S. Open, the tournament Sam Snead called "the daddy of them all." Whatever happened (in two other years he had fallen apart on the greens after having the big prize within his grasp), Sam was certain of one thing: Stan Curtis would never get that putter back...