No Handicapping This Field
Steve Rushin
September 22, 2003
Some years ago, while waiting on the 1st tee of a Minneapolis golf course, my threesome was joined by a man with one arm, which he used as the front arm of his practice swing, sweeping the club forward in a graceful parabola, in the manner of Steffi Graf hitting a backhand, or a matador throwing open his cape. When the amputee spanked his first drive 225 yards down the fairway, my brother turned to me and whispered, with a deep sense of foreboding, "We're about to get our asses kicked by a guy with one arm." And so we did.
The men's and women's winners of the three-day, 54-hole tournament were two normies-with-a-limp. Twenty-one-year-old Kenny Green of Clarksville, Tenn. (73-76-74), had his left foot amputated below the ankle at birth and said of the field, "I am just in shock at the skills of some of these players." Twenty-two-year-old Kim Moore of Fort Wayne, Ind. (76-89-77), who lost her right foot at birth, said, "Doctors thought I wouldn't walk, until I started walking on my stump, pushing a Fisher-Price shopping cart." She was two at the time. Last month the aspiring pro missed the cut at Q school by five strokes.
"All golfers are after the same thing," said the unsinkable MacDermott, who finished third (74-75-77) among the men. And we all find that Eden equally—eternally—elusive. "People ask me if I throw my clubs," said Patrice Cooper, after removing her golf-specific prosthetic arm, which locks onto her club shaft. "I always tell them no. By the time I get it out of the clamp, I've calmed down."