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EXCUSE ME, MR. PALMER, SIR
George Plimpton
October 14, 1968
Professional golf has two almost mythic personalities, Jack Nicklaus and Arnold Palmer. What happens when a celebrated author, a man who has Interviewed some of the world's famous figures, resolves to talk with two such personages? Is there a right—or wrong—way to approach them, to question them? Can he do it without emerging the perfect fool...?
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October 14, 1968

Excuse Me, Mr. Palmer, Sir

Professional golf has two almost mythic personalities, Jack Nicklaus and Arnold Palmer. What happens when a celebrated author, a man who has Interviewed some of the world's famous figures, resolves to talk with two such personages? Is there a right—or wrong—way to approach them, to question them? Can he do it without emerging the perfect fool...?

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"Damn right."

We were trading familiarities about Palmer.

"Guy's got a million-dollar jet," the man said. "He's got it all."

"Yes," I said. "I'll tell you something else. He has a Coke every morning at 2 a.m."

"Oh?"

I had him there.

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