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...Trevino's desire to buy a big hunk of life for me and my kids" is a drive born of deprivation. He does not know who his father was and has never tried to find out. "Rich people like to talk about their backgrounds, their ancestors and where they come from," he explains. "We were too poor to care. We were too busy existing." He was raised in the rural outskirts of Dallas by his mother Juanita and his maternal grandfather Joe Trevino, an immigrant gravedigger. Their four-room frame house ?located "about two miles over in the country...
...golf balls, though, were for real. The Trevino house stood in a hayfield next to the seventh fairway of the Glen Lakes Country Club. In between was a fence, and little Lee was soon turning a tidy profit on that happy coincidence ?collecting balls that sailed over the fence and selling them back to club members. Expanding his business, he welded two rake handles together, fashioned a chicken-wire scoop on one end, and went fishing for more strays in the water hazards. "I cleared maybe $10 a day," he recalls. When he was six, he found a discarded...
...Trevino quit school after the seventh grade to work for the Glen Lakes greenkeeper. He caddied on the side, played a few holes at dusk, but took no serious interest in the game. That did not develop until after he joined the Marines at 17 and was shipped to Japan as a machine gunner. He picked up a tattoo, caroused around the bars, and got into fights with sailors. "I loved the Marines," he says. "I never knew anybody when I was a kid, and there I was around a bunch of guys my own age. Hell, I volunteered...
...ready for a little action. He found it at Dallas' Tenison municipal golf course, where there were plenty of wallets waiting to be tapped. His challenge was hard to resist: he would play with only one club, give an opponent his handicap, and winner take all. Trevino claims that he and his trusty No. 3 iron never lost. When things were slow, he would take on all comers on an obstacle course that began on the first tee and then angled across a railroad crossing, down a gravel road and through a tunnel before ending back on the course. Business...
While working evenings at Hardy's Pitch-N-Putt, Trevino would attract a crowd by playing with a quart-size Dr Pepper bottle wrapped in adhesive tape. If the stakes were right, he would match his bottle against any challenger's clubs. Rarely shooting above a 30 on the nine-hole course, he says, "I never lost a bet using that bottle." He did lose a few suckers. "On the driving range once," recalls his longtime friend Arnold Salinas, "a guy bet Lee he couldn't hit the 100-yd. sign. Lee looked at him and said, 'Which zero...