There's a wonderful Jack Nicklaus moment that I think about all the time. It happened in 1980, during the U.S. Open at Baltusrol. Nicklaus was 40 years old and already a legend, already widely regarded as the best golfer of all time. Over the previous year, he had at least vaguely considered quitting, because his swing had broken down and he wasn't sure that he wanted to go through all the effort necessary to fix it. But fix it he did. He remade his game. And now he stood on the 17th green, and he was leading the tournament, and he faced a 22-foot putt that would seal the deal and give him his first U.S. Open victory in eight years. |
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