Once I got off the course, I felt as if I wanted to cry. Then I thought, Russ isn't going to cry. I'm not going to, either.
—Jackie's PGA diary
The three-hour drive back to Paducah—Russ had a clinic scheduled for the Boy Scouts the next day and had to get home—was quiet. "The kids were devastated," he says. "I said, 'Look, boys, I choked my guts out. That upsets me, but don't take it so hard. If I get another chance, I'll try again. There's no guarantee it'll work out next time, either. But the fact is, I had the time of my life out there.' "
Friends and neighbors have been telling Cochran that they've got tickets for next week's big tournament at Valhalla, and they can't wait to get back. Neither, he tells them with a polite smile, can he.