For Sam The Price Is Always Right

"Yeah," said Snead. His eyes were red around the edges. "But I'll tell you, if they keep hiking those fees, I'm bringing him home. All they do is give him room and board, anyway. C'mon, let's go eat."

I've always said Sam Snead could balance the U.S. budget, as smart as he is about money. I always said, "He made a million and saved three." One year I hand carried six dozen golf balls to Australia for the World Cup. A boy wanted Sam to autograph one, and I gave it to him, and when Sam got it he said, "Where'd you get this?" The boy said Corcoran gave it to him. Sam said, "I don't autograph new ones. Get an old one. It's the same autograph." But if you asked him for $50,000 to make a business deal, and he trusted you, he'd sign right now. He did that with Ted Williams on that tackle business they had. Ted used to rib him all the time about baseball being the harder sport to play, having to hit a moving target and all. Sam said, "Yeah, but you don't have to play your foul balls."
FRED CORCORAN

"Trouble with living here," said Snead as he turned the Cadillac south on Ocean Boulevard, "is it's too far to the golf course. Twenty-five minutes to Pine Tree. And there're so many women there taking up times. What I'd like is a club where there's nothing but men."

"What about me?" said Audrey. "I play, too, you know."

"Well, you could join a club where there's nothing but women."

"There isn't any such thing, and you know it."

"Yeah, but it's a good idea," Sam said. He turned the air conditioner on and pushed buttons to raise the windows. His dinner guest asked if he ever thought of quitting tournament golf.

"Never," said Audrey. "They'll have to carry him off. He plays too much now. He needs more rest. But he'll never quit."

"Not as long as I enjoy it," said Sam. "I'd like to win one more tune-ament [he has won 150, more than anyone]. You know, it's an amazing thing. I've won at least one every year since 1936."

"You didn't win one last year," said Audrey.