Four!

Bingo. And Jack never really sniffed the Slam.

First at the Masters, first at the Open, second at the British in '72?

That's not a sniff?

That's a half sniff. The greatest player in history could only get halfway there. Case closed, balata brain.

Listen, all I know is there's only one guy this year with a chance to do it, and I think we've got the right one. The kid doesn't set limits on himself, so why should we? Dreamless buzzkills like you can go pound divot mix. And that's the last word.

Says who, tough guy?

Says the little black box just to the right of this period.