"I ain't never before caddied for a grown man wearing short pants," drawled the caddy. The plus fours that Bobby Locke brought with him from South Africa got plenty of attention last week in Texas. They were not the only reminder Bobby Locke brought of a past, and more genial, era in golf.
Unlike the current crop of U.S. pros, who vary from businesslike to grim, Locke whistled while he walked. He had time for such small amenities as replacing divots, and applauding when an opponent sank a long putt. When his own steady putter went haywire last week...
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