The course, at 6,700 yards and par 72, and decorated with flags and a shopping bazaar, wasn't all that tough, because you could reach the par-5s in two, but the greens had narrow entrances with big mounds around them, and they putted bumpily and erratically for most.
"You play defense on these greens," Trevino said. "You got no gimmes, even on a one-footer. Don't seem to bother Devlin and Graham, though. Maybe they're punch-drunk from 55 hours in the air and don't know what they're on."
The Australians did come the longest distance. To reach Buenos Aires, they had a simple little journey from Sydney to Fiji to Honolulu to Los Angeles to Mexico City to Bogot� to Lima to B.A. "If that isn't goodwill, I don't know what is," smiled Devlin.
One of the interesting things about Graham was that he not only traveled all of that distance without showing any physical signs of it, he hardly missed a dance in the African Room below the Alvear Palace once he arrived. And yet here he was, beating most of the name players in the field, fellows like Trevino and Stockton, Jacklin, Al Balding, Harold Henning, Takaaki Kono, even his partner Devlin, and battling Roberto De Vicenzo to the last on Roberto's home ground for the individual title.
"Listen," Trevino told Graham one afternoon, "you might go into those discoth�ques at 24, but if you stay long enough you'll come out 47."
"I can't sleep, mate," said Graham.
No one could, knowing each day they faced a 45-minute ride through Buenos Aires traffic to the Jockey Club, a ride that would make the wildest Indy driver take up chess. But no one got killed. That perhaps was the biggest news of all at the Copa del Mundo.