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WORLD SERIES OF GOLF (NBC, 5-6:30 p.m.). Bob Goalby, Lee Trevino, Gary Player and Julius Boros, winners of the Masters, U.S. Open, British Open and P.G.A. respectively, play for $77,500 in prizes in a two-day, 36-hole tournament at the Firestone Country Club, Akron. Live coverage of the last five holes today and tomorrow at the same time...
...Doug Sanders. In fact, a great many of them roundly defy the pat promotional image of the lean, handsome man-about-the-links. Stoutness is not only stylish on the tour these days, it seems to be a prerequisite for success. Witness Jack Nicklaus, Julius Boros and Lee Trevino, who have together won five tournaments this year and a combined total of $391,802. It is enough to make Minnesota Fats want to trade in his cue for a niblick...
...Trevino the man hardly needs Trevino the myth. Ebullient and extroverted, a wisecracking four-letter man who worries only about his weight ("Five foot seven-and-a-half is a little short for 180 Ibs."), Lee is one of the most colorful champions golf has produced. "The only time I stop yakking," he says, "is when Im asleep. I even had to quit smoking on the golf course because I nearly choked to death while I was talking." After he won last week's Open at Oak Hill Country Club in Rochester, N.Y., with a 275 that tied Jack...
...Dogs. By 1965, although few U.S. fans had heard of him, Trevino was already making an impression on his peers. He won the Texas State Open and finished second in the Mexican Open, meanwhile working as a teaching pro at El Paso's Horizon Hills Country Club. His basic salary was indeed only $30 a week, but with his coaching fees, he says, "I was making more money than the guy who owned the club." He picked up another $600 in the 1966 U.S. Open at the Olympic Club in San Francisco, playing with an unmatched bag of clubs...
Will success spoil Lee Trevino? Not likely. Last week, after putting the touch on his wife Claudia ("Honey, let me have a couple of hundred, will you?"), Lee headed for his favorite relaxing spot: the greyhound-racing track in Juárez, Mexico, across the border from El Paso. "I never win anything," he confided. "I'm the worst picker of dogs in the world. I couldn't win a race if there was only one dog in it; he'd probably jump the barrier and disappear." It was, of course, Lee Trevino Night at the track...