As he threaded through the crowds on his way to the 18th tee at the Champions Golf Club in Houston last week, a drowsy-looking man in a tangerine shirt was halted by a marshal and sternly told: "Get behind the ropes, fella." No, no, another marshal whispered. "Let him through. He's one of the players." Minutes later Orville Moody became the player. He skied an 8-iron shot onto the green, tapped to within 14 in. of the cup and, without bothering to line up the ball, sank his putt to win the 69th...
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