A prominent, long-to-be-remembered outrage occurred in San Antonio last year on the final day of the Texas Open Golf Championship. Bobby Cruickshank, diminutive but skillful, came to the 72nd green, found a short putt between himself and victory. The gallery politely turned to stone as Cruickshank commenced to aim. Not a sound was heard as Cruickshank continued to aim. Long, noiseless seconds passed while Cruickshank aimed some more. It was to be an important, lucrative putt. As Cruickshank drew back his putter, a horrid dissonance shattered the atmosphere. From the branches of a...
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