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And where the hell, by the way, are they, Mr. Cranky?
I actually rather like golf in the way that there's no other way to succeed but by the golfer's own talent. You have a bad tournament, you finish out of the big money; there's no teammates to pick up the slack. You spend the weekend in the zone, you get rewarded Sunday, no questions asked. It may be just a once-in-a-lifetime thing, but your name goes on the award trophy.
And I STILL think Bobby Jones would have clobbered Walter Hagen.
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