Then I stepped up and she looked at my check, which was made out to cash. "Oh, you both work for Frank Beard," the lady said.
Before I could say anything, she said, "He must have a lot of caddies this week. What did he do—fire you?"
It sure is great to be a famous professional golfer.
FEB. 8—I'm ahead by two strokes, so I was summoned to the press tent today to review my round for the writers. I'd be lying if I didn't say it boosted my ego.
Outside the tent I saw Art Wall, and he was mad. Art told me that some reporter had asked him how he felt being two strokes behind Frank Beard and did he think Beard was going to blow tomorrow. Art was hot. "They never give any of us credit for being good players," he said. "They write off everybody but Casper and Nicklaus and Palmer. Why don't they tell the truth and say that Beard is beating the hell out of Nicklaus and Palmer this week?"
I've got to admit tonight that the pressure of being in the lead is a lot greater than the pressure of coming from behind. Still, I'd rather be in the lead. Anytime I can have a two-stroke advantage over 18 holes, I'll play any man alive. I've got two strokes now, and they're going to have to come and get me.
FEB. 9—What can I say? They got me. Casper won. He shot 66. I shot 74.
FEB. 12, Phoenix—After my pro-am round today I practiced my chipping and putting, and Gene Littler came over and asked me a serious question. "What do you look at, Frank, when you're stroking a putt?" he said. "Do you look at the ball, a spot on the ball, the putter, a spot on the putter, the green or the hole?"
"I don't know," I said. "I don't think I look at anything specific. I just try to keep my head steady and sort of watch the back of the ball, I guess. Why?"
"Just recently," Gene said, "I've found myself watching the putter go back instead of watching the ball."