In 1946, when the pressure of big-time golf began to keep Byron Nelson from sleeping nights, he quit the tournament circuit. Nelson worked on his 730-acre Texas ranch, drove a tractor, played a little exhibition golf during the summer. But he came out each year for the Masters, exposing himself to the rigors of tournament competition.
At the Masters a fortnight ago, looking younger than he did three years ago, baby-faced Byron said cheerfully: "I just came over to have some fun." But he didn't really mean it. Last week, at 37, the man once famed for his iceberg nerves and his...
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