Brendan O'Reilly, the former Irish Olympic athlete from Michigan State University, was dispatched with a camera crew to the nether regions of Country Kerry. Saturday was a glorious day, but Sunday was brutal. The show opened up with a picture of the barely visible eighteenth green due to the thick fog and horizontal rain. The next picture shown to the audience at home was a head and shoulders shot of a saturated Sam Snead. Such a picture of misery! He was wearing a bright red hat and the rain had caused the red dye to trickle down his face, creating the most awful apparition. It looked like blood.



"How did you play today, Sam?" O'Reilly asked.

"Lousy."

"How did you enjoy the course, and playing in Ireland?"

"Crap!"

"Sam, you were playing with Dr. Michael Dargan, president of Aer Lingus. How did Dr. Dargan Play?"

"He could not scratch his arse with a rake."

Cut. TV screen quickly goes black. Somebody had pulled the plug before the conversation deteriorated any further. As you can imagine, it made a big impact and got the viewers talking."

From Only Golf Spoken Here by Ivan Morris, Sleeping Bear Press, 2001. Reprinted without permission.

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