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THE BEAST BROUGHT OUT HIS BEST
Dan Jenkins
July 21, 1975
Tom Watson was known for blowing up under pressure. At Carnoustie he didn't, beating Australia's Newt the Beaut in a playoff
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July 21, 1975

The Beast Brought Out His Best

Tom Watson was known for blowing up under pressure. At Carnoustie he didn't, beating Australia's Newt the Beaut in a playoff

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The field wasn't through with Carnoustie, however. Friday turned up calm again and, with the beast down and panting, people were going to flog it, as if to get back for the years of suffering. This was the day the Americans finally got interested, the day Johnny Miller birdied five of the first seven holes, that Watson birdied four of the first six, that Hale Irwin ripped off four birdies in a row on the front side, that Jack Nicklaus flirted with a low round but settled for 68.

But it was also the day Cole gouged out another 66 and the day that Newt the Beaut burst fourth with a 65, which might have equaled the number of beers he'd had over the past 48 hours or so. "Jack Newton is striking a blow for all the fun lovers," said a fun lover in the press tent.

The final round began with the whole world under par behind Cole's 12-under total of 204, and if one bothered to take stock of things he discovered that Carnoustie had now yielded the ungodly number of 34 sub-70 rounds. Nicklaus knew why. "An easy course lets people score well who ordinarily wouldn't," he said. Nicklaus had known precisely how easy the course was for several days. In four practice rounds he had shot 67, 65, 67, 65.

For Saturday's play, however, just enough of a true Carnoustie breeze came up, about 12 mph, to change the club selection on every hole. And the Royal and Ancient, hoping, no doubt, to protect some kind of honor for Carnoustie, took the precaution of placing just about every pin on a knob or in a dark corner of a green.

Wind or no wind, Carnoustie's last four holes might be the best, most demanding and intriguing finish anywhere in golf. With those factories sitting there across the road, they aren't that scenic but they are brutal beyond belief if you're only playing for fun, let alone a major championship.

The 15th is a 461-yard par-4 down a narrow alley, and into the proper Carnoustie wind it's a blind iron second shot to a green that doesn't exist. The 16th is a 235-yard par-3 where the pin normally sits in a bunker. And then comes the Barry Burn, as the Scots call it. The burn—it would be a creek in Arkansas—rambles around and over the 17th and 18th holes, causing every sort of problem from the tees and on the approaches. The par-4 17th demands an iron from the tee although it measures 454 yards. You have to hit an iron that is not too short but not too long, and then you can have anything from a spoon to a three-iron to a green protected by sand hills. The 18th, which had been shortened to a par-4 this time, played 448 yards—a drive and a midiron, if you didn't drive into the burn or a bunker and if you didn't hit the iron into the burn or a bunker or a grandstand or out of bounds.

What these holes did was conspire to decide the championship, as everyone knew they would. Consider the Saturday finish of the leading contenders. Going to the 15th tee, Newton was 12 under, Cole 11 under, Miller 10 under, Watson nine under and Nicklaus still there at eight under.

Nicklaus was playing up ahead and he said to his American caddie, Angelo Argea, "One birdie'll take it, Angie, because those guys are going to fly apart back there." Jack played the four holes in even par, nearly getting his birdie on the last hole with a chip shot. Miller, after getting himself in the mood with a brilliant 66 on Friday, thought he needed birdies. Gambling, he played two over on the last four, bogeying 16 and 18 and finishing in total shock. Cole went completely to pieces with wild shots and bogeys on 15, 16 and 17 and was lucky to have had even a chance to tie after the 17th, where his tee shot hit a hazard post, preventing him from going in the water. Something caught up with Newt the Beaut—the beer or the pressure—and, like Cole, he saw his wheels come off, bogeying 15, 16 and 17 with a variety of trick shots.

It was Watson who played most of the golf in the final round. He was the only one of the leaders to break par on the front nine, and if he hadn't three-putted three straight holes he might have sailed in. He faltered only at the 16th with a bogey, but on 15, 17 and 18 he drilled shots into the flags. His three-wood to the 17th was a classic, but he missed the putt. He felt he had to birdie 18. He busted a drive and had a nine-iron, of all things, to the green. It was splendid, about 20 feet from the cup. And he just hammered the putt into the hole for a finishing birdie.

"This was really satisfying," said Watson after tying Newton at 279. "It was great to play well when I had to for a change." For the past two or three years Watson has been blowing up in tournaments, and at Carnoustie he had been trying to work on his attitude. People attempted to help, either by teasing him or lecturing him. Before the final round Byron Nelson told him, "You're playing the best golf of anyone here. Remember those last four holes. Don't give up or get discouraged." At that point, Watson had made 18 birdies, more than anyone. He was playing the best golf. And as he left to tee off on Sunday, someone else told him, "Don't let this bother you, Tom, but this is for America today."

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