After the semifinal round of the 21st annual Masters golf tournament at the Augusta National Golf Club, Samuel Jackson Snead, 44, sneaked a look at the scoreboard and started with surprise. "You mean to tell me that ah shot a 74 and ah'm still leading this tournament?" drawled the balding West Virginian. "Man that must be a pitiful poor field out there."
Slammin' Sam was wisecracking with relief. He was one slim stroke in front of a jammed-up field, still within easy reach of such familiar figures as Doug Ford, San Francisco Amateur Harvie...
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