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Back in 1948, just a soft putt away from greatness, there was a wiry, resolute, feisty and often grumpy guy in a wide white cap who would not accept defeat without putting up something on the order of fist fight. He was known, although he had not made the weight in years, as Bantam Ben Hogan, and he played, mechanically as a slot machine, for money, and the jackpots were many.
Five summers, several major championships and one terrible automobile accident later, there was a Wee Icemon, as marveling Scots called him at Carnoustiewho would not be defeated. He was broader if not much mellower, and he seemed to play, at least in part, for the record book. That Ben Hogan was perhaps the finest tournament player golf has ever known.
Sports Illustrated, May 18, 1959
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