This was my first major... this was Zoeller's Monday playoff victory over Norman, when Zoeller waved the white towel on 18 when he thought Norman birdied (but instead had a holed a cross green chip for par)
Some all-over recollections from this week:
Calvin Peete. the straightest driver anyone has ever seen, had to be brought off the course Thursday or Friday for heat prostration; he was at his peak then and I was disappointed he wasn;t around for the week.
When not on the course, Jim Thorpe was often found in the old WF caddie yard, playing cards and smoking cigarettes with the older caddies (JW and the Allen brothers, who were still there up until 6 years ago).
My aunt in Tarrytown put up Andy Bean's caddie for the both that week and the week before at the Westchester Classic down the road...god help me I cannot remember his name, but the one night we all had dinner, he was filled with stories, which at that point in my life were like listening to Moses or something.
I went three days and my m.O. was to go with my father, then after an in initial walkabout, off in our own directions; I was only responsible to touch base with him at the 9th tee every 2 hours (no cell phones then).
All parking was one the East course and after some humid June rains, the place was a fucking quagmire...they had little sno fences around the greens and tees, but cars were rutted everywhere else -- on the side of hills, tires in the bunkers, it was like a Motocross at week's end. We originally got our tickets through the Super (for whom my father did odd mechanical work) ...I think his name was Bob Alonzi; my father told me he was inconsolable as the East damage got worse and worse through the week.
My favorite memory from that time was that I discovered a great spot to watch play...directly behind the par 3 13th (213 yds)...flat on my stomach, watching the shots launch from ground level no more than 10 feet behind the player. TV coverage wasn't wall to wall like it is today but when I watched ABC highlights/local news highlights I saw myself and something I hadn't noticed...that "John 3:16 guy" (with the Rainbow wig) who used to show up/crash all sports back then was standing over and astride me holding his sign.
One last thing...this program? Now this is when a program was a PROGRAM; this thing is so chock full of info features, stats, stories, it's like a Golf Anthology...plus the charming local advertisements and now dated ads for things like cigarettes and the first personal computers ...neat stuff, for sure.