Smart money was on Champion Golfer of the Year - and slayer of Hazeltine.
You know there were all sorts of caddy side bets, if they really wanted to be authentic to the times.
The Pro from 52nd Street never had a chance.
Neither would the Armenian from San Francisco - I made a six with Ping irons and a Lady Precept . . . . with that equipment, I'd still be out there.
I'd really like to see Brooks and Bryson recreate this - except with featheries.