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Stow Acres featured unusually abbreviated distances between the tee and the pin on every hole yesterday. The recent deluge over the Boston area left the course wet enough to warrant this action by the club's management, who hoped to protect the ice areas from massive divots. "It makes the course a little easier," Nastala commented, adding that Stow Acres is fairly wide and obstacle-free as well...
...notes. He leaves it to you to mull the distinction. "Nobody on tour today can play like Hogan or Snead," he says, "not even Nicklaus." There is nothing obvious to choose between any two of today's top 100 pros when you line them up at the practice tee, so it must be something inside that distinguishes a man "Something that allows you to deal with the task," Watson agrees, "to live with it. Golf is a negative sport, telling yourself over and over all that can go wrong, then not letting it. Four days is a long while...
...Kansas City insurance broker and expert golfer, a man with a certain temper, started Tommy out with a sawed-off three wood at age six and had him defending the family honor with it by seven. The Watsons were vacationing in Colorado, and father and son were about to tee off when the starter objected that the child was too little. Pointing to a ditch in the distance, Ray Watson struck a bargain. If Tommy was able to carry the hazard, could he play? It was agreed. Seven is young to feel that kind of pressure, but Tommy played that...
...game, Yepremian's teammates dressed him in his pads. He stands 5 ft. 7 in. "After I kicked the ball, I stood for a moment admiring it. Since I was getting a lot of money, I figured it was part of my job to pick up the tee." He heard the thunder of hoofs. "I ran for my life to the sidelines." Laughter greeted him there. "I couldn't understand it. Then I realized I had run to the wrong sideline. I was sitting with the Baltimore Colts...
Flushed of face, a little white in the knuckles and after a send-off of what appeared to be one tee many martoonies, Science Fiction Novelist Ray Bradbury, 62 (Fahrenheit 451, The Martian Chronicles), nervously strapped himself into his seat. The master of intergalactic fiction was embarking on his first airplane flight. (He doesn't even drive, a rare feat for someone from Los Angeles.) Bradbury, who set out by train and limousine, was returning home from Orlando, Fla., where he had taken part in the opening ceremonies of Disney's new Epcot Center. After over 40 years...