Bobby Jones: Stroke of Genius Page #3
It's 18 holes, boys, just like home.
Come on, now.
Let's go get registered.
- Why, of course.
Now on the tee, former Amateur Champion...
Mr. Eben Byers.
Remember what old Bob Fitzsimmons
used to say?
"The bigger they are, the harder they fall. "
Next up, Georgia State Champion...
Mr. Robert Tyre Jones, Jr.
Sh*t!
Damn! Son of a b*tch!
Damn it to hell!
Bobby Jones.
Sh*t fire! God!
Son of a b*tch!
- What a kid.
- Face of an angel.
Leave the damn thing.
Would you like some gum, Mr. Byers?
Congratulations.
That was quite a match, son.
Mr. Byers and I both played terribly.
He just ran out of clubs before I did.
Come on, let's call your dad.
If he keeps playing like this,
I'm telling you, he could win this thing.
I've never seen anyone putt like this.
That was quite a round
you played this morning.
- You have a beautiful swing.
- Thank you.
- You like ice cream?
- Yes, sir.
They give you as much as you want.
- Have a good time this afternoon.
- I will, sir. This is really fun.
Good morning.
Bob, that gentleman
you were just talking to...
that's Grantland Rice, the sportswriter.
He writes for American Golfer.
He likes my swing.
- Hey, Bobby, come on.
- Go get him.
- You have quite a following.
- I can't help it.
- Good luck to you.
- Good luck to you, sir.
And now on the tee...
Mr. Robert Tyre Jones, Jr.
Next on the tee, Mr. Robert Gardner.
"All square at the tenth.
"There came three holes in succession
that broke the kid's heart.
"But the Georgia schoolboy swung along
in his worn shoes and dusty pants...
"whistling an air
from a recent musical comedy...
"as jaunty as if he had won
his first national championship...
"instead of just having been beaten
in the third round.
"He was thinking about his ice cream. "
- How you doing?
- Fine, thank you, sir.
- Mr. Keeler.
- You can call me O.B.
- What are you reading, son?
- Just some stuff they wrote about me.
They make it sound like I didn't mind losing.
I did mind. I was mad as hell.
I know you were mad. I was there, I saw it.
A will to win, that's very important.
Why do they care about what I wear?
They even made fun of my shoes.
That's the price of fame, son.
I'm afraid you have to get used to it.
- I don't think I want to be famous.
- It's too late now.
Rob, all these people,
our club members, our friends...
they expect a great deal of you now.
Everybody here will be watching
every match you play.
- But I lost.
- In the future, you'll win.
You've shown everyone
just what you're capable of.
You must not let us or yourself down.
You understand?
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