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his papa is number one golf champion

in the whole country.

One day it was the final match,

Father and Son Tournament.

Harvey Miller, Sr., wanted his son to be

great golf champion, too,

and follow in his footprints. Capisce?

I'll do my best, Dad.

- I'm sorry, Dad. I missed the cup.

- That was a great drive, Harvey.

Thank you.

Remember, they're only people.

What's the matter with you? Hit it.

- Those people are staring at me, Dad.

- Don't look at them. Look at the ball.

- Look at the ball?

- Yes.

- Now, what's the matter?

- It looked back.

Now, Harvey, hit that ball.

Hit it! Hit it!

Hit it! Hit it!

Hit it! Hit it!

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

Now what about your son, Mr. Anthony?

Well, I feel like Harvey's papa.

I want Joe to follow in my footprints.

Jump in, Joe. We're gonna cast off.

Pop, I don't want to fish anymore.

I get seasick.

You crazy.

Your grandpapa don't get seasick,

your papa don't get seasick,

you don't get seasick.

I don't feel so good already.

But, Joe, we don't leave the dock yet.

Here, you eat something.

- You'll feel better.

- Oh, Pop.

You may be the sickest fisherman

in the ocean,

but you're gonna be a fisherman.

Look, Pop,

you can't treat me like a kid any longer.

I'm grown up.

From now on,

I'm gonna stand on my own two feet.

But on dry land!

- Joe! Joe! You come back here!

- Joe, Joe.

Four years later, Joe is a big boy,

but his sea legs no good.

Four years later, Joe is a big boy,

but his sea legs no good.

He wanna try his land legs.

So he leave home

to take all kind of job.

He work very hard,

but he don't like digging ditch.

Anthony, you're through.

- You sure?

- I'm sure.

And the boss is always picking on him.

Joe finally know

just what he want to do with life.

I wanna go home to San Francisco.

How about it?

Hop in.

He was plenty smart.

In four years,

Harvey grow up into a big boy, too.

He hope some day

to marry my daughter, Lisa.

But that golf, it was still in his blood.

- What time is it, Mr. Fisher?

- Two minutes to 12:00, Harvey.

Wow.

- Mr. Miller.

- Yes, Mr. Baxter?

Take lunch one hour later today.

Oh, but, Skin...

But, Mr. Baxter, I got tickets to see...

No buts, Miller. Your lunch is at 1:00.

- Lisa...

- Harvey, did Mr. Baxter speak to you?

- Yeah, come on, we're going to lunch.

- Oh, but, Harvey, we can't. Mr. Baxter...

I don't care what Mr. Baxter said, Lisa.

We've got tickets to see

Ben Hogan play,

and we're going to see him play.

Now, come on.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

This is Wendell Niles bringing you

a play-by-play account

of the San Francisco Open.

It's a beautiful California day

and everybody's having

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