I was there, stories of the Masters.

[Yoda]

One year, I think the first for Chi Chi, I was given a handout/brochure written by him. It described his swing methods, etc. Everyone, especially some competing pros, were saying his swing would never last.

Not sure my dates are correct but the first time I saw J.N. he was hitting his 3 wood on the fly, in the road at the end of driving range, from back between the spectator bleachers. The next year they moved the bleachers back.

[Bold by Yoda.]

Homer Kelley, in my 1982 Masters Class, had little time for the Players of the Day. In his opinion, most were achieving their success in spite of their Golf Strokes, rather than because of them. Usually, his passing glance at the swing sequence of yet another 'rising star' earned the comment, "Another one into the bin."

Mine was an era where Blond and Beautiful ruled the day. Jack Nicklaus and Johnny Miller were respectively King and Heir Apparent. Interestingly, Homer was enamored with their opposites, two Men of Color, Lee Trevino and Chi Chi Rodriquez:

"Their alignments are perfect."

In the years since, Mr. Nicklaus has named Lee Trevino the greatest Ball Striker he has ever seen.

Mr. Miller has named Chi Chi Rodriquez.

And the world turns.