Originally Posted by O.B.Left
Only later in life and then only when doing this:
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Great photo,
O.B.
An insider's glimpse into one of the
Great Moments In Sport:
The Scene
A nondescript hotel room at a 1940s PGA Tour stop somewhere east of the sun and west of the moon. Inside, Ben Hogan is practicing his putting as his wife, Valerie, looks on, knitting a new spoon headcover. Ben hits two putts from ten feet. The first is long and to the left side of the suitcase, and the other is short and right. He goes to window (three stories up) and opens it. Returning to his putting, he steadies the blade behind the ball . . .
Ben: My putting's killing me! I can't even putt to a freakin' suitcase! One more bad stroke, and I'm out that window.
Valerie: Ben . . . Get a grip. Tomorrow, just
hit it closer to the hole.
Ben: I've got a grip. My left hand is . . .
Valerie: Oh, stop it, Ben. That's not what I meant.
Ben: So, what did you mean?
Valerie: Just what I said: Tomorrow, just
hit it closer to the hole!
Ben: Tell me again why I married you?
Valerie: C'mon, Ben. I'm okay with the open stance and the wristy stroke. But, please, take off those silly cufflinks. They won't help.
Ben: But I like these cufflinks!
Valerie: 
Tomorrow, just
hit it closer to the hole, and you'll see.
Ben: That's all there is to it, just
hit it closer? Are you serious?
Valerie: [Setting down her knitting.] Ben, look at these high heels . . . do I look serious?
Ben: 
You gotta point there, Val. [Puts down his putter and closes the window]. Let's see what tomorrow brings!
And the rest, as they say, is history.
