The Italian's laughter mixed with the others, and Snead raised the side of his mouth with a grin and made his exit, depositing an empty beer glass on a table near the door. "A damn 74," he said as he walked through the restaurant side of the lounge. "Well, tomorrow I'll just have to shoot a 66." With that he swung his leg into the air in a perfect battement and kicked a metal sign that was hanging by chains from the ceiling at the entrance to the restaurant. The sign said TROPHY ROOM, PLAYER'S GALLERY. It was seven feet off the floor.  
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