That is not good.
You have to bend over like that.
That means you're trying to identify the ball.
Pretty well tells you you don't have a very good lie.
Dan doesn't have much shot here.
I think he'll probably play the ball to the left of your screen between those traps and
hope that she bounces up on the green from about 120 yards.
You can see he's very open in his stance.
Sounds like he made pretty good contact with the ball.
You want Nancy to press right at it too.
You can hear him say that.
There you go.
With that shot he almost tied.
Look that was in the hole and out.
In the hole and out.
No.
He hooked it.
Went over the top of that thing.
Oh look at this.
He hit a rock and hopped back into the fairway.
He was headed for the ocean.
Just one more turn and here's the tap in and it's official.
Amy Altcott.
She looks great with her hair wet too.
I tell you what $80,000 is not bad for a donkey.
Wonder if that water is cold.
Probably feels just perfect.
I tell you what's nice Charlie.
There's no alligators here in Palm Springs.
Use the 1960 Shame & Holly clothes.
Follow the
So over and over and over, oh, I'll be a fool for you.
Now over and over and over, one more time, too.
Cause you've got personality, what personality?
Talk personality, mouth personality, charm personality, love personality.
But you've got a red big heart.
So over and over and over, oh, I'll be a fool for you.
Now over and over and over, one more time.
Samuel Jackson Snead of West Virginia.
Slammin' Sammy, they called him, one of the most stylish golfing winners of all time.
Sammy broke his hand in a high school football game and started swinging a golf club to keep the hand from stiffening.
Those hands went on to make golf history.
Sammy uses an interlocking grip, keeping the left hand firm, yet allowing freedom of wrist action.
For the left hand is the guiding hand, the right one, little more than a finger grip.
Snead had great natural talent with perfect balance and rhythm every time.
Notice the smoothness of acceleration, the weight shift, and the follow through.
Here's another look at his stance.
The ball plays slightly forward of a point midway between his feet and his weight balanced evenly.
Where to now, Sam?
An iron shot?
The grip is basically the same, the left hand well over, the other hand so placed that the thumb and forefinger form a V that points diagonally over the right shoulder.
Mind the right hip, and over it goes.
The club face meets the ball slightly below its horizontal axis.
Now for one of golf's commoner trouble shots.
In sand play, Sammy makes it a point to plant his feet firmly, aiming to hit slightly behind the ball and once more swinging smoothly and easily.
In short approaches to the green, the length of backswing is determined by the distance to the tee.
Hmm, not bad.
As for putting, this is one of the reasons why he won more tournaments than anyone else.
Samuel Jackson Snead.
Walter Hagen of Rochester, New York ruled the golf world from 1914 to 1929 and was the first truly renowned professional golfer.
Of him, Ben Hogan said he had the greatest mental approach to golf that any player ever had.
He never let a missed shot get him down.
And what a gift he had for the bow chest.
When he won his first British Open, he gave his entire prize money, $500, to his caddy.
To demonstrate how the stance causes the hook and the slice, Hagen has drawn a circle with four quadrants.
Stepping toward the forward quarter, the left foot moves ahead of the right, thus closing the stance, and the result, a sweeping hook.
Stepping to the rear quarter, we find ourselves in the slicing sector, for the left foot is slightly to the rear of the right one and the stance is open.
Standing thus, you slice.
And what happens when both feet are parallel to the target line?
Soon, 275 yards straight down the fairway.
Let's see how Hagen gets out of a sand trap.
Watch his swing, for he has his own form for blasting out.
Not so much the smooth swing of Snead, but more of a punching stroke.
Still, the results are the same.
And that's why the sharpshooters tell you that form, after all, is your own particular style.
Any style that you use to achieve consistently the best possible results.
One of golf's greatest shot makers, and one of its most colorful personalities, Walter Hagen.
Patty Berg of Minneapolis, Minnesota, one of the original inductees into the women's golf hall of fame.
It's been said of her that she could handle a club with her fingers like no one since Walter Hagen, and that she expresses her full personality as she plays each shot.
In a full wide arcing backswing, Patty's right hip fades with the sweep, bringing her left shoulder to the fore.
And here's the source of her driving power.
From the left shoulder starts the downswing that brings the club head into the ball at the moment of maximum speed.
Once again, this time at closer range.
Back comes the club, face open at the completion of the backswing.
And down comes the club head, the wrist turn over, and the right hip completes the pivot.
All the elements of her smooth as sat swing.
As superstar of women's golf, she won 84 titles and 15 major championships.
Patty Berg.
Ever notice how professional baseball and football players have an uncanny ability to hack away at golf?
Take the Oakland Athletics first baseman, former rookie of the year Mark McGuire.
He's used to facing down 90 mile an hour fastballs, but he also knows the pressure of staring down the fairway.
The same power that can send a baseball more than 400 feet can send a one iron more than 280 yards.
But McGuire's still a hacker, and he knows he'll never make the move from the Oakland A's to the PGA.
Weekdays or weekends, you'll find the golf course from ruck to the bunkers inhabited by major league sluggers,
like New York batting champ George Brett, who threatens to whack it into his gallery.
Or how about New York Mets catcher Gary Carter?
Who looks like he's getting ready to bunt his tee shot.
There's no batting practice anywhere that will prepare you for the agony of the 10 foot breaking putt.
Take another professional baseball player, Minnesota Twins left-hander Frank Viola.
The World Series and San Diego award winner expects to fan batters in the ballpark, not fan his first shot out of the tee box.
I've got to take it out on something. I get hit all the time. This is one chance for me to hit something.
And you know, it's nice from that standpoint, but golf swing and a baseball swing are pretty compatible.
Frank's being left-handed is an advantage in the World Series, but left-handedness is a hindrance in golf.
Swinging lefty causes you to do a lot of things, like make up some pretty lame excuses.
I didn't realize the wind was that strong.
Don't think it's just baseball greats who turn into hackers when they lay their hands on a set of clubs.
San Francisco 49er wide receiver Dwight Clark has caught his last touchdown pass.
Clark says he's now retired to the golf course.
Right now I don't know what's going on. I'm glad to be out actually and I'm relatively healthy.
I'm looking forward to going on and doing something else exciting.
Besides swinging drivers, Dwight's now swinging hash in California restaurants, which he owns.
Well in the restaurant I don't hurt too many people. Out here I'm afraid I'm going to hurt somebody with the way I hit it.
I see it.
Jack Lemmon, the Academy Award-winning actor and champion of the Frustrated Golfers of America.
We need all the help we can get. We're going to make it this year though.
It's my year. Ben Crenshaw told me last night he crossed the room he screened. It's your year Lemmon.
I trust him.
But what's different?
I don't know. I just feel better. I think I'm capable of hitting the ball better until those bloody cameras come up on me.
They wait you know. They wait. You're sure Frank Chirkin told you.
They wait. There's a seven second delay anyway. And although it is live, a lot of those shots you see are not direct. They're instant replay in a sense.
And they wait until I miss. They don't want to show the good ones.
And everybody's waiting. Here comes Lemmon. Chilly dipped it into the trap, into the other trap, etc.
I think I'm here for comedy relief.
Which pressure is greater, playing Hamlet in England or playing the 18th at Pebble?
Any hole at Pebble. But Jack knows that there are those moments, those sweet spots in time, where holding a nine iron can be just as satisfying as holding an Oscar.
Whether you're a touring pro on the hunt or a movie star, hacking and chilly dipping is addicting. Once you start, it won't quit. That little white ball just won't cooperate.
Right on one shot.
Oh, come on back. Come on back.
Some golfers spend so much time in the sand, they ought to get a beach house. And if you're going to end up in the bunker, why not just go ahead and tee off out of a portable hazard?
Half a way, boys.
Once upon a time, there was a five-year-old girl named Lana K. Roberts, who lived in Chicago and liked to play golf.
Like the rest of us, she got disgusted when she landed in sand traps. But she'd plant her feet firmly and blast her way out in very good fashion.
No wonder her pop Johnny was a trick golfer. Try this sitting down.
Two big hitters, Big John and little Lana.
Enter now, Sammy Snead, who began his golf career when the stymie shot was obligatory, not obsolete. Sammy Snead, a master of the shell game.
And here's the master of trick golf, Joe Kirkwood.
Stymie? No.
And finally, two for the road.
Some hackers have such terrible games, nothing helps. Absolute poetry.
But in their own minds, these hackers are like Don Quixote, forever jousting with worthy opponents and dreaming the impossible dream.
Oh, Jack, what are you doing over there?
In a hacker's mind, he sees himself teeing off in front of an enormous, admiring gallery.
The hacker can imagine himself making a difficult 25-foot eagle putt.
He sees himself in a sudden death playoff against a legendary opponent, the waves crashing on the craggy cliff behind him.
After making the final winning putt, he pictures himself as the object of admiring glances from the fans and the press.
And most of all, he sees his reward winning strictly for the sake of the sport.
Even if it's not tournament play, a hacker can imagine himself putting around with his foursome buddies, like Jack Nicklaus, betting big bucks every hole.
That's why guys who aspire to be more than hackers even hire their own tutoring pros.
In this case, Peter Jacobson helping Jack Lemon, as much as anyone can help poor Jack.
He needs a shot every hole, and I think that's going to help.
And the little shorter holes is going to give him an advantage.
And he's swinging. I've never seen him swing better than he is now.
He's in better shape. He's been working out because he's doing a couple of pictures.
In fact, I'm trying to talk him into a different set of irons. And if he does that, I think he'll be all right.
No, he's giving me some lessons, so we're fooling around here.
If we weren't on the air, I would use another word.
Does the pros coaching pay off?
Hit it, hit it.
A little too hard.
Unfortunately, Jack's back to hacking.
Never up, never in.
Jack will meet you all in the tap room in a few minutes.
Fuzzy Zeller's technique can't be faulted. He's got a very smooth swing.
Just like a man playing with boys. Fuzzy hit it so far, it's not fair.
But when Fuzzy gets close to the green, that's when the fireworks start.
I'm going to kill to have mine right there.
That was a win.
Athletic dynasties are not unusual in other sports.
The Cal Ripkens and the junior and senior Al Uncers come to mind.
But in golf, it's a rarity to find a father-son team.
That's why it's good to watch the Golden Bear.
Jack Nicklaus, when he's acting like Papa Bear, paired up with his son Steve at a recent pro...
I enjoy playing with him. I think I've played with Jackie a couple of times.
Gary was supposed to play last year, but he ended up with basketball.
He just didn't feel it was right.
Steve's playing with me this year.
Steve is not one of the ones in the family that's really that interested in golf, but he enjoys playing.
We played the Chrysler team together. We've had some fun together.
Unfortunately, he had a skiing accident six weeks ago, and he's been in a cast until last week.
So he's having a hard time with it.
He hasn't really played very well for him.
Because he can...
He can shoot 75 or he can shoot 105, and I think he shot the latter today, unfortunately.
But we'll get it back tomorrow and have some fun.
It may be unfair to call the number two Nicklaus' son a hacker.
Steve had some off moments, but so would anyone playing next to Jack.
Does he help you out out there?
A little bit, but so far I'm just...can't get anything together yet.
I have to, you know, bite my lip a little bit and sort of go along.
We'll go to the practice here now, and I think that about five minutes with him, I can get him hitting the ball rather decently.
But it's, you know, that's hard to do on the golf course.
And I know he feels badly about the way he played, but, you know, I feel badly about the way I played, too.
Jack wasn't having such a hot day.
Despite chips that wouldn't find the cup and putts that wouldn't drop, Jack found it better than caddying.
There's another father and son act on the Celebrity Golf Tour, but are they father and son or really avid and costello?
Let me have my tea bag.
Here it is.
You're my tea.
That's my tea.
You only have one?
I only have one right now.
Okay.
You guys share it with your old ones around?
Sure, no problem.
It's Jack and Chris Lemon.
There's so much alike.
If you close your eyes, you can't tell one from the other.
Yeah.
Oh, damn it.
Get up.
Right to the left.
Is it up?
Yeah.
It is up.
In the middle and going to the green.
There you go, babe.
That's what I was talking about.
Great drive.
Jack is a 16 handicap.
Chris is a 14.
Give him two shots for you.
That's good, Chris.
Right to the left.
What the heck happened to it?
While one of the Lemons is searching, the other Lemon is scrambling.
Sooner or later, their ball will find a place.
Yeah, Lem.
That's my dad.
Okay.
Dad has all the answers.
How about a little wedge here?
What do you think, Pop?
What's the yardage from here?
I don't know.
Never mind the distance.
It's the closeness that makes Lemon & Lemon a special team.
Great looking ball.
Oh, jeez.
I don't believe you.