Grosswiler's wife, Lisa, a 21 handicapper who took up golf only three years ago, was playing in the women's flight of the same tournament. Things had not been going well for her team. According to Lisa, no one in her foursome could buy a putt. Therefore, when her nine-iron tee shot to the 16th green struck the putting surface, bounced once and disappeared from view in a shallow swale, she naturally enough assumed the worst. It had been that kind of day.
The day took a decided turn for the better when Lisa found the ball in the cup—and, with Joe, joined a truly exclusive golfing fraternity. According to Golf Digest, since 1952 only seven husbands and wives have scored holes in one on the same hole in the same round. When the couple met on the final tee, the following exchange took place:
She: "Guess what, honey. I had a hole in one at 16."
He: "Gee, that's the same hole I aced."
She: "My gosh, what are we going to do about the bar bill?"
David Croudip, a reserve cornerback and special teams captain for the Atlanta Falcons, died early Monday morning in Duluth, Ga., from what the Gwinnett County coroner said was probably "a cocaine-related drug overdose." According to a witness, at 1 a.m. Croudip drank a cocktail that contained cocaine, and soon afterward he began having seizures. His wife, Holly, called an ambulance, but by the time the ambulance reached Joan Glancy Memorial Hospital, Croudip's heart was beating erratically. Attempts to resuscitate him were unsuccessful, and he was pronounced dead at 3:31 a.m. Croudip was 29.
SI's television critic, William Taaffe, says this of ABC's coverage of the baseball playoffs:
The way the network deployed its broadcast teams was a compliment to the National League and an insult to the American. The senior circuit was given the A team—Al Michaels, Tim McCarver and Jim Palmer. The American League got Gary Bender, Reggie Jackson and Joe Morgan. They were definitely the B team, or maybe the Zzzzzzz team.
For their performances Michaels and McCarver could well win Emmys. Michaels, smart, knowledgeable and the possessor of a biting wit, is as delightful a play caller as you'll find. McCarver was both entertaining and, at times, clairvoyant, as when he called the pivotal play of Game 1, a bloop hit to center by the Mets' Gary Carter, a moment before it happened. The Dodger outfield, McCarver observed, was playing much too deep, as if Carter were still the power hitter he was five years ago.