Bobby Jones: Stroke of Genius Page #5

You're gonna make one hell of a pro.

You got that swing, and you got the name.

Crowd loves you.

With the war ending, the tournaments

will start up again, and sky's the limit.

I'm not gonna turn pro.

I signed up for Georgia Tech this fall.

Really?

School is nice, I guess...

but isn't the point of it all

to make a nice, big bag of money?

Not just. I want to get an education.

I think that's important.

Can I ask you a question?

Why do you play golf?

'Cause I love it. And I want to win.

Do you know why I play golf?

For the money.

I have to win.

Which is why,

whenever you come up against me...

I'm gonna beat you.

I'll beat you.

Thank you.

- Hello, George.

- Good morning, Mary.

- May I have a Coca-Cola, please?

- You surely may.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

These are the worst conditions

I've ever seen.

Have some coffee.

Thanks. Brought some local papers there.

What are they saying?

A lot of the folks are picking us to win...

even though this Herron fellow

is a member here.

They say Rob's strokes

are absolutely brilliant.

They're still harping on his temper, though.

His "smoldering wrath,"

as one of them called it.

I don't know what I'll do with him.

- Maybe you could talk to him.

- What am I gonna say to him?

The way I see it,

he's trying to please you, his mother...

and the whole damn city of Atlanta.

Throwing clubs may be the only thing

he has to relieve the pressure.

Where is he now?

He's making a telephone call.

His mother?

I don't think so.

Alexa?

No.

It's a couple more days

and then we'll take the train back home.

I can't wait to see you again.

Is your father still sitting there?

Yes. I'm sorry...

about your bad weather, that is.

- I hope it changes soon.

- Me, too.

When I get back I thought

maybe you'd like to come to dinner.

Meet my folks.

Yes, that would be real nice.

I'd better go. Yes, you, too.

Yes, me, too.

Goodbye.

Robert Jones?

- Yes, Daddy.

- I don't know him.

He goes to Tech.

- He knows Matt and John.

- Is he Catholic?

- Daddy-

- Is he?

- No, he isn't.

- What have I told you about that?

You told me:

"Judge not, lest ye be judged. "

And where is he that the weather is so bad?

- You were listening to my conversation?

- I'm sitting right here.

He's playing a golf tournament.

In Oakmont, Pennsylvania,

if you must know.

- The US Amateur?

- Yes.

That was Bobby Jones on the telephone?

He prefers Bob.

- Is he winning?

- He's in the finals.

O.B., he's gonna win this damn thing.

I can feel it. A national championship.

Quiet.

Fore!

- What in the hell are you doing?

- Somebody moved.

- Are you mad?

- It's all right.

Now boarding, Track Three,

Local, Homestead...

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