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TWO FOR MONEY, ONE FOR SHOW
Gwilym S. Brown
November 08, 1971
While Jack Nicklaus was adding to his prestige by winning the Australian Open, Lee Trevino and Arnold Palmer were in Las Vegas trying to overtake Jack as the 1971 money leader. Only Lee did it
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November 08, 1971

Two For Money, One For Show

While Jack Nicklaus was adding to his prestige by winning the Australian Open, Lee Trevino and Arnold Palmer were in Las Vegas trying to overtake Jack as the 1971 money leader. Only Lee did it

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The world of golf has been pretty much dominated by Lee Trevino, Jack Nicklaus and Arnold Palmer this year, and last week proved no exception. Officially there were 144 pros entered in the $135,000 Sahara Invitational at Las Vegas, but what the rich tournament really came down to was Lee and Jack and Arnie, and Jack was there only as an ever-looming spirit. The flesh itself had flown off to play in the $22,400 Australian Open at Hobart, Tasmania, 8,000 miles away. With only three tournaments now remaining on the tour schedule, these three kings of golf have become embattled in a hunt for the only title of importance left, the leading money winner of 1971. So Nicklaus, with a $7,600 lead over Trevino and a $12,100 lead over Palmer, left the other two at home to play a lucrative game of catch-up. And did Trevino ever catch up. When the checks were handed out Sunday night, Lee had added the $27,000 first prize to his total to sweep past Nicklaus and go into the lead at $227,243, the most any golfer has ever won in a year. Palmer finished in a tie for 20th to collect only $1,269, leaving him a rather distant third.

For Nicklaus, who now thinks in terms of Grand Slams rather than trips to the bank each week, winning the money title has understandably lost some of its zest. "I'm still interested in being at the top of the money stakes, but only if it doesn't interfere with my competing in what I consider to be prestige events," he said in Tasmania. "I've won it three times so it's no longer a case of 'I've got to do it.' Besides, it's far more important to win a national title like this."

Nicklaus got what he was looking for in Australia, the Open title, shooting brilliant rounds of 68, 65, 66 and 70 to win by eight strokes. He also got some pocket money, $4,320, but not a penny of it counts in the PGA standings. Jack couldn't care less.

Both Trevino and Palmer agree that success in such events has its attractions, but the desire to win the money title is very much alive. "You're damned right it's important to me," Palmer stated before play began in Las Vegas. "While I wouldn't go to the same extremes as I did when I was younger, it still counts from a personal standpoint."

Palmer had settled down comfortably with a vodka and tonic in his immense Hotel Sahara penthouse suite, with its thick, apricot-colored carpeting and its view of the glittering Las Vegas strip far below. While he now commands this kind of luxury when he travels, the competitive instinct burns as brightly as it did when he rode the tour in a trailer. And it has been a long time since the last big triumph: no major championship since 1964, no money title since 1963.

"I feel I've probably made my mark in golf and shouldn't have to prove anything," he said, "but people who have followed me and watched me play all these years have become more and more excited about the money title. They keep reminding me. Here in the hotel a guy came up to me in the lobby. 'You've got to win this week,' he said. 'You'll be leading in the money if you do.' I think that's great. It makes the money race like the U.S. Open, another mark of distinction in golf."

For many months now Trevino has made no secret of the fact that he would like to be leading money winner for the second consecutive year. He sees it as the natural climax to a season in which he was won the U.S. and British Opens, the final achievement that will make him everybody's athlete of the year, the first Mexican-American to be so acclaimed.

"That would be a great thing, wouldn't it?" he said in Las Vegas. "So you can see why I want that money title so bad."

If Trevino does win it, much credit should go to the way he played in the first round of last week's tournament. It was a bitter day, overcast, cold and windy, with temperatures in the mid-40s and pockets of snow beginning to appear on the slopes of the nearby mountains. The site of the Sahara event, Paradise Valley, a name about as appropriate as calling Las Vegas the cradle of American culture, is a 7,143-yard-long course laid down in a stretch of scruffy desert wilderness 10 miles outside town. The wind does not merely blow through Paradise Valley, it howls, and there is no place to hide. Trevino may just possibly be the best wind player in golf, but he hates the cold and, as he climbed into a thick yellow sweater and a voluminous red rain suit prior to loosening up on the practice tee for his round, he predicted that he would be lucky to break 80.

"I can't play in all this gear," he said, "but I don't care if I shoot 85, I'm not going to get pneumonia."

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