Bobby Jones: Stroke of Genius Page #2

-20 cents apiece.

Did you get any of them

while they were still rolling?

No, sir.

Cheeky wee rascal, right enough.

- Good morning.

- It is.

You know, I was thinking...

if wee Bobby's gonna be tagging about...

he may as well play a bit,

if he can keep up, that is.

I made him a few clubs.

Wee Bobby, hit the hell out of it.

Bobby.

Hey! Bobby, wake up.

Come on, Bobby, he started at six.

That's him, that's Harry Vardon.

Five British Opens.

Did you see that?

Aren't you children

supposed to be in school?

It has been my impression if you shoot

over 100, you have no business playing.

If you shoot under 80,

you have no business.

Rob, why don't you show us all

how Stewart Maiden hits the ball?

Go ahead, son.

Yeah, pretty good?

Now why don't you show us

how Judge Broyles swings?

Son of a b*tch!

Little Bob. You want to play with us?

We tee off in 10 minutes.

You go ahead, son.

- Be careful out there, now.

- Thanks.

You see, Colonel?

Thank you. Keep the change.

- How you doing, Milt?

- O.B. How are you, sir?

Who's your opponent?

Oh, my.

- He's just a boy.

- It's embarrassing, O.B.

They mustn't let children

play in adult tournaments.

Now on the tee, Mr. Milt Saul...

and Mr. Robert Tyre Jones, Jr.

Mr. Jones, you have honors.

- Would you like to go first?

- No, you go ahead, son.

Good grief. What a swing.

Little Bob Jones, a tow-headed boy

from East Lake Golf Club...

was born on St. Patrick's Day.

But luck is not an issue...

when you have a golf swing

that can only be described as heavenly.

I'm going on record.

Bobby Jones is destined for greatness.

"Dixie Whiz Kid Lights Up

Georgia Amateur. "

By O.B. Keeler.

Sheer delicatessen.

The winner of the Georgia State

Amateur Championship...

is Mr. Bobby Jones.

- Congratulations, Bobby.

- Bob.

- Congratulations, Bob.

- Gentlemen, from what I've seen today...

I believe your boys are ready

to play in the US Amateur.

The US Amateur?

Play, Colonel, I didn't say

I expected them to win.

"Half a league, half a league

Half a league onward

"Forward, the Light Brigade"

"Was there a man dismay'd

"Not tho' the soldier knew

Some one had blunder'd

"Theirs not to reason why

Theirs but to do or die"

He gets that from his mother.

What are you doing?

You gonna play in those?

I thought your dad bought you new shoes.

These are my lucky ones.

I have my four-leaf clover, too.

We're gonna need some luck.

Look who's in this field.

The current US Open champ...

three former Amateur champs,

two NCAA champs...

- and us.

- I heard the greens were like billiard tables.

Bent grass. It's like putting on ice.

You try to just tap your ball in

and it slides all the way across the green.

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote