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Originally Posted by Superman
Drive for show, putt for dough.
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My Grandfather was a great golfer...he was a slight Scottish man, with an ill temperament. He made up for his temper with a willingness to fight and athletic ability. He was also competitive.
Mix in a few cocktails.
He ran track and played football in college.
As he aged, he turned his calm demeanor to golf. I have a vivid memory of driving his golf cart for him when I was 12, Thousand Oaks. He was playing my father and two other guys, all three big hitters. He is in his 70's.
They all drive 240 or 250, which was not insignificant in the days of wooden drivers. Pappy spanks a 190 drive right down Main Street.
"Watch", he says.
There was, if I recall, a few sheckles on the table.
Five wood, short grass, like you read about. Ten feet pin high.
And this was all day...and he could putt.