At the Masters, rain and memories but no azaleas

By Art Spander

AUGUSTA, Ga. — Somewhere in the misty afternoon, one could discern the past at Augusta National.

The Masters certainly is layered upon history as much as on the dark soil of east Georgia, and on a Wednesday when the traditional par-three tournament was ended early because of the weather, thoughts turned to earlier times.

To Byron Nelson, “Lord Byron,” winning the Masters in 1937, 80 years ago.

To hometowner Larry Mize holing a chip shot off the 11th green to stun star-crossed Greg Norman in a playoff in 1987, 30 years ago.

To a 21-year-old named Tiger Woods changing all we knew about golf by winning in record fashion in 1997, 20 years ago.

Nostalgia is as thick as the Georgia pines down here. In the luxurious, enormous new media facility there are dozens of photos from earlier Masters, photos of Sam Snead and Ben Hogan, of Gary Player and Jack Nicklaus and, of course, photos of Arnold Palmer.

Arnie, among all his triumphs, was most identified with the Masters, which he won four times.

This was where the phrase “Arnie’s Army” was born, created by a writer noticing uniformed soldiers from nearby Fort Gordon in Palmer’s boisterous gallery. This was where Arnie became a TV star, offering style and success that would resonate forever.

Palmer died last fall at 87. He lives on in the pictures and plaques at Augusta National, a young man, handsome and bold, and in the words of Masters Chairman Billy Payne.

Payne was in charge of the 1996 Atlanta Olympics. He had played football at South Carolina. And yet he was particularly impressed by Palmer.

“I first met Arnold Palmer when I was invited here before I was a member — also before I played golf,” said Payne, who meant befpre he played golf seriously. “But I played with Arnold and with his dear friend, Russ Meyer, and with (former chairman) Jack Stevens.

“Of course I was in total awe, and he was so nice and so accepting of my embarrassing play ... Through the years, I was fortunate to get close to Arnie, as a consequence of his return as a member and as a former champion. And I’m not sure I ever met a man who was more giving than Arnold. He had a profound influence on my life.”

Payne is protective of the club and the game, as expected. The Masters was involved in controversy over the decades before Payne was elevated to the top position — no minority members, no women members. Now the club has both. There’s always some issue out there, however.

On Wednesday, Payne was asked a rather angular question, whether President Donald Trump’s association with golf made Payne “uncomfortable to be associated with the game you love and represent.” 

The answer hardly was a surprise. You think Billy Payne is going to get into politics when his concern is battling Mother Nature this weekend?

“I am not fully aware of anything that our president may have said controversial about the game of golf,” Payne responded. “We have had several presidents, including one who was a member here (Dwight Eisenhower) who have been significant advocates and players of golf. And I think someone who loves the game would espouse and be proud of that association.”

Yes, the Masters exists in its own sphere, where the major worry is not, say, immigration or healthcare, but why there will be so few azaleas in bloom during this year’s tournament. (Warm weather in early March followed by a hard freeze ruined the flowers.)

“So this year,” said Payne with a laugh, “we have decided that our color of choice is green, Augusta green, and I hope you agree it is both abundant and beautiful.”

On this damp afternoon, there wasn’t much else we could do. Except recall the past.

SportsXchange: Saunders takes early lead at Genesis Open

By Art Spander
SportsXchange

PACIFIC PALISADES, Calif. — He's Arnold Palmer's grandson, and that would be difficult enough — the attention, the questions — had Sam Saunders not become a professional golfer. 

But Saunders, 29, who Thursday took the first-day lead of the Genesis Open (the former L.A, Open) handled himself beautifully, appreciative of his heritage, someone who not only accepts who he is but relishes it. 

Read the full story here.

Copyright 2017 SportsXchange

Global Golf Post: Palmer's Memory Infuses Ryder Cup

By Art Spander
Global Golf Post

CHASKA, MINNESOTA — The signature, with the oversized "A" and "P," was as familiar as that lurching swing, which finished with the club almost over his head.

There it was, that autograph, reproduced, huge on a billboard near the practice tee, and below the signature and the familiar umbrella logo were the printed instructions, "Please pay tribute to Mr. Palmer."

Read the full story here.

Copyright 2016 Global Golf Post

S.F. Examiner: Golf world loses Arnold Palmer, ‘The King’

By Art Spander
San Francisco Examiner

His triumphs, the four Masters, the British Opens, and his sporting tragedies, like blowing a seven-shot lead in the 1966 U.S. Open at San Francisco’s Olympic Club, are the stuff of legend and history.

Yet the most telling statement about the great Arnold Palmer, who died Sunday at 87, was made by one of his fellow golf champions, Curtis Strange.

Read the full story here.

©2016 The San Francisco Examiner

S.F. Examiner: A single stroll at St. Andrews still sends tingles

By Art Spander
San Francisco Examiner

ST. ANDREWS, Scotland — An hour’s drive north of Edinburgh, across the Firth of Forth, in the county of Fife, is golf’s holy land, Churchill Downs, Fenway Park and the Rose Bowl all rolled up in a bowl of haggis, the Scottish national dish.

In a region where “new” translates as something constructed in 1898, the “Old Course,” at St. Andrews, is appropriately named. The game of golf, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, has been played on the rolling links for nearly 600 years.

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©2015 The San Francisco Examiner

PGA.com: Americans play crucial role in Open's success

By Art Spander
Special to PGA.com

LYTHAM ST. ANNES, England – In a land of royalty, we begin with The King. Not of the nation but of the country of golf, Arnold Palmer. He believed in the Open Championship, in what could be described as a sporting manifest destiny, of Americans crossing not mountains but the sea, to accept a challenge and win a championship.

Since 1922, when Walter Hagen, also given a title that would fit in Britain, “Sir Haig," there have been 89 Opens and 40 native-born American winners. That includes the last two at this year's venue, Royal Lytham & St. Annes on the Lancashire Coast -- Tom Lehman in 1996 and David Duval in 2001.

Read the full story here.

© 2012 PGA.com, the PGA of America and Turner Sports Interactive, Inc. All Rights Reserved.

Global Golf Post: Clinton Would Bring A-List to Hope

By Art Spander
For GlobalGolfPost.com


LA QUINTA, CALIFORNIA -- The first thing to understand is that despite the word play, the tournament is not "Hopeless." A better description would be troubled. Or, perhaps, inconsequential. In modern lingo, the Bob Hope Classic no longer moves the needle.

It has become just another sporting event in a world of too many "just another" sporting events.

Read the full story here.

Copyright 2011 Global Golf Post

RealClearSports.com: Arnie: Long Live the King

By Art Spander
For RealClearSports.com



He went after a course the way Muhammad Ali went after an opponent. Arnold Palmer didn't "play'' golf, he worked golf, attacked golf. He was fearless but not flawless. He was human.

He was The King. He'll always be The King.
A great nickname, a descriptive nickname, bestowed on so very few, upon Richard Petty, upon a long-ago San Francisco 49er running back, Hugh McElhenny; upon Elvis Presley, of course; and upon Arnold Daniel Palmer.

You didn't have to like golf to like Arnie, but if you did like golf it was so much the better. The man made the game what it is, a multi-billion-dollar operation, show business with bogeys, a television show that runs from one end of the calendar to the other.

Arnie reaches 80 next week -- strokes, not years. America will celebrate. The world will celebrate. He's the hero who stayed humble. As Curtis Strange, a great golfer himself, was to observe, "Arnold Palmer makes everybody feel like he's their best friend.''

Tiger Woods may be in control of the Tour these days, but he's merely leasing it. Arnie always will be the owner.

Ben Hogan was the grinder. "It's in the dirt,'' he told those who wanted to be champions, implying one had to hit shot after shot in practice. Sam Snead was the graceful one, the "Sweet Swinger.'' Jack Nicklaus, who followed Arnie, was the perfectionist, the pragmatist.

One year at Pebble Beach, the tournament now called the AT&T Pro-Am but then called the Bing Crosby, Jack hit his tee shot on the famous par-five 18 into Carmel Bay. The next year, leading, Nicklaus teed off with an iron, not a wood. The late, great sports columnist Jim Murray, almost insulted, wrote, "Arnold Palmer wouldn't use an iron to press his pants.''

Arnie never played it safe. If there's a lot of Nicklaus in Tiger Woods, there's a great deal of Palmer in Phil Mickelson. They want to do it their way, the challenging way, the exciting way.

Arnie tried to make a two on every hole. He spent three rounds attempting to drive the short par-4 first hole at Cherry Hills in Denver in the 1960 U.S. Open, failing each time. But the fourth time he succeeded, made birdie and won his only Open.

He lost in a playoff to Nicklaus in 1962 at Oakmont. It was my wedding day. The ceremony was delayed until the final putt, which produced Jack's first pro win. Arnie sensed what was about to happen. "Now that the big kid's out of the cage,'' Palmer said about the 22-year-old Nicklaus, "look out.''

Arnie was beaten the next year, 1963, in another playoff, at The Country Club. And then came the most aggravating, and the most symbolic, at San Francisco's Olympic Club in 1966.

I was a rookie golf writer for the San Francisco Chronicle and properly awed by Palmer. He had a 7-shot lead over playing partner Billy Casper with nine holes to play, a 6-shot lead with six holes to play. But Arnie was chasing the Open record, and the next thing we knew he had to make a 4-footer on the 72 hole just to tie Casper, who won the playoff the next day.

More than 40 years I've watched and interviewed and followed Arnie as he grimaced after missing yet another putt, as he wandered over to the edge of the fairway and smiled at every woman in the gallery, as he reached out to tap a child on the head and then willingly signed an autograph for everyone who asked.

Arnie loved golf. We loved Arnie. The course was his stage, his existence.

Nicklaus was never more than a golfer, if a brilliant one. Arnie was an actor. Jack couldn't stay when he no longer was competitive. Arnie maybe stayed too long. Or did he?

Three years ago, Arnie, struggling, announced it was time to stop playing competitively.

"I've been doing this for a long time,'' he said, "and first of all, to stand out there and not be able to make something happen is very traumatic in my mind. The people want to see a good shot, and you know it and you can't give it to them. That's when it's time.''

He left competitive golf, and we were left only with visions of the way it used to be.

There he stands, the young man out of the west Pennsylvania coal country, with the blacksmith arms and the blue-collar background. Arnold Palmer is young again. And so are we.

Long live The King.

As a reporter since 1960, Art Spander is a living treasure of sports history. A recipient of the Dick McCann Memorial Award -- given for his long and distinguished career covering professional football -- he has earned himself a spot in the Pro Football Hall of Fame. He was recently honored with the Lifetime Achievement Award by the PGA of America for 2009.