The Rock

Uh, Signore Rocca, isn't that your putter that your four-year-old son is dragging along the clubhouse cobblestones?

"Si," says Costantino Rocca, laughing with a tableful of friends and relatives around him.

But isn't that the putter with which you made the historic 65-foot putt on the 72nd hole at St. Andrews this summer?

"Si, si," Rocca says, digging happily into the football-sized heap of steaming spaghetti alla Arrabiata.

You gave it to him?

"No," Rocca says chuckling.

So you've changed putters for the Ryder Cup?

"No," he replies, sipping his wine. "This is the putter I will use."

Mouth-open silence.

"My friend," says Rocca as little Francesco wanders off, dragging and scraping the Mona Lisa behind him. "I have hundreds of putters, but I have only one son."