Bobby Jones: Stroke of Genius Page #5

In what has been called the finest golf

ever seen in the United Kingdom...

Bobby Jones has won the British Open.

This young man hasn't played

as much golf as your average doctor...

but with his trusty putter, Calamity Jane,

and his driver, Jeannie Deans...

he's quickly becoming the greatest

to ever play the game.

If he can win the US Open later this month...

he'll be the only golfer in history

to hold both world titles.

Can he do it?

Here's my advice, sports fans: Bet the ranch.

If I were famous, for even a day

I won a fortune on you, son!

You're my hero!

I'd buy and stake

I'm staying at this hotel.

I put a bundle down on you

to win the Open. Don't let me down.

Can I have your autograph, Mr. Jones?

Just sign my shirt.

We're gonna have a bigger party in Atlanta!

- I'm calling the doctor!

- No.

He's holding in his temper

and I think he's paying the price for it.

He's wound up tighter than a drum.

All the celebrations,

New York, then Atlanta, all the travel...

Hell, he hasn't had any time off

since the British Open.

And now, with all this pressure...

I don't think he should play.

Doctor, this is the US Open final.

And there's another one next year.

He's exhausted, dehydrated.

And frankly, gentlemen...

I believe he's suffering

from a neurological disorder.

I'm going to run more tests.

Look, he's not gonna win anyway.

He's, what, six strokes behind?

I'm going to play.

Just give me something for my stomach.

- Rob, the doctor thinks-

- Just give me something for my stomach.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm heading back to the hotel.

There're still men there

with a fair chance of catching you.

I know, but I've got to get away from here.

Please.

All I ever wanted to be was a normal person.

We can't undo what's done, Bob.

You have to make a decision.

I did.

I came here to win.

Hello?

Yes, would you hold one moment, please?

My love for you has nothing to do

with you winning any championships.

Yes, I'll tell him.

You just won the damn thing.

The judge predicted dire consequences

if the plaintiffs were to prevail.

These were harsh words by the lower court.

Probably bluff.

The Appeals Court reversed, demanding

strict compliance with protective covenants.

Even in law, there is virtue in necessity.

Your assignment is on the board.

We will cover

the common law principle of finds...

which expresses the ancient and honorable

principle of finders keepers.

This is a beautiful course.

I don't know why I couldn't see it before.

Aye. It's the true test.

Nothing would make me happier

than to take home your trophy.

But I cannot.

Please honor me

by allowing it to be kept here...

at the Royal and Ancient Golf Club,

where it belongs.

Well said, Bobby.

Hip, hip, hurray!

How rare. A playoff.

This is Grantland Rice,

bringing you up-to-the-minute details...

of the United States Open Golf Tournament

at Winged Foot.

With one hole to play

in the 36-hole playoff...

Bobby Jones leads

a beleaguered Al Espinosa by 23 strokes.

I'll go ahead and say it.

This is the most crushing performance...

by a champion in a playoff

in the history of golf.

Bobby Jones has won his third US Open...

and his ninth major professional tournament

in six years.

He's so far ahead, no one is second.

And by the by, lucky for all you

professional golfers out there...

Bobby Jones has passed the bar.

Come on, Bobby.

Cheers.

Thanks.

Honey, can you just stop that

for one second?

Hello?

Hello, honey. I won.

Hello?

Honey?

That is terrible.

Then what did Mr. Grimes say to you?

He told me to go to hell.

I think the best course of action for you...

is just to forget about this whole thing.

But he told me to go to hell!

Yes, well, I've checked

the law on that, and...

you don't have to go.

Hi, Daddy.

I've got something in my pocket.

I wonder what it is.

Well, this...

mulligan stew is fantastic.

Robert Jones, what is on your mind?

Because we know it ain't my cooking.

I talked to Mike McMahan today.

It would seem that...

the USGA wants me

to captain the Walker Cup team.

The British Amateur

is at St. Andrews this year.

In six years, have we spent

even one together?

Well, if you're going to go...

then go.

The British Amateur is the only major

I haven't won. This may be my last chance.

- Mary, honey, I understand how you feel.

- You do?

You know how I feel?

This time it's gonna be different.

The USGA is paying for everything.

I'm taking you with me.

Do you think I'm worried about myself?

I know what these tournaments do to you...

I know how exhausted...

and tired and depressed

and physically ill you get.

Even when you win. And when you lose...

We've been through this...

over and over.

I can't stand by and watch you

kill yourself over a stupid trophy anymore.

Don't you have enough of them?

How many is enough, Bob?

It's one of your favorites.

Puccini died before he finished it.

Sometimes I wonder if its beauty

was the very thing that killed him.

A slave girl loves a prince...

but he cannot return her love.

He must not know.

He knows. Very well.

But there's an evil princess in the land...

and he must solve a riddle she invented.

Then he'll be free of his desire for her.

She begs and pleads,

the girl whose love is true...

but he sends her away.

I've been selfish.

No, you haven't.

Mary, sometimes I feel like I'm in a cage.

Like a cage of championship.

First you're expected to get into it...

and you're expected to stay there.

I can win all four of them.

- What?

- I can win all four majors.

- Bob.

- Mary...

I can do it.

I can't get away

from this idea of predestination.

I have to do it.

And then I'm gonna give it up.

I will have done everything.

No one can say a word.

But I can't do it without you.

Will you talk to the papers?

What do you think your chances are

to win all four majors this year?

Lloyds of London

have the odds of 120-to-1 against it.

No wonder. No one could do that.

I've put $500 on him.

Ladies and gentlemen...

you gaze upon the winner

of the 1930 Amateur Championship.

Said winner to be formally presented to you

by myself...

at some juncture

in this final round of match play.

Mr. Bobby Jones...

versus a champion of the United Kingdom...

Mr. Roger Wethered.

At your pleasure, gentlemen.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

A three-footer,

and the American is our champion.

On my signal, begin playing,

and we escort the winner to the clubhouse.

After six grueling

and closely contested matches this week...

Bobby Jones emerged victorious today

after beating Roger Wethered five and four.

I told you not to worry.

His moon is in Sagittarius.

He's in a very powerful cycle.

With this victory,

Mr. Jones raises the question:

Can he win the remaining major contests

this season?

Can he win the Impregnable Quadrilateral?

Yes, of course he can.

Get up, let's pour something for him.

Don't you start drinking

till I'm there to supervise.

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