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THE PRICE IS RIGHT
John Garrity
August 24, 1992
For Nick Price, who had come so close in other majors, steady play paid a big dividend at the PGA
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August 24, 1992

The Price Is Right

For Nick Price, who had come so close in other majors, steady play paid a big dividend at the PGA

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"He's a genuine guy," says Cook, speaking of Price in pretty good Runyonese. "He's not a guy who walks by you and gives you half a look."

As Price walked onto the 18th green on Sunday, he could have been forgiven for taking at least half a look forward to the trophy ceremony, or even beyond. "But I didn't," he said—at least not until he had putted out from two feet for his par and certain victory. (Sauers and Maggert, the final twosome, were still laboring behind him.) "I can't tell you what's going to happen in the next year," Price said as he left Bellerive, "but I'm going to pace myself."

So let's remember Bellerive for Baby Gregory and Baby Shynah and their Uncle Squeeky and....

Oh, my god, we almost forgot Squeeky!

Jeff ("Squeeky, with two e's," he'll tell you) Medlen is Price's full-time caddie, a scrawny guy with glasses and a high-pitched voice. He woulda caddied for Price last year, but Price was home waiting for Baby Gregory to make an appearance. So Squeeky hooked up with Price's stand-in, a certain long-haired pro from Dardanelle, Ark., who thought, Kill! whenever he took a swing with his driver, etc., etc. Now Squeeky's famous 'cause he has won the PGA two straight years with two different golfers.

Don't that beat all?

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