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The PGA has more than a few rusty parts in its administrative machinery, but none as creaky as its method for determining which 10 touring pros make up the Ryder Cup team, the nearest thing to an all-star team in pro golf.
We find no fault with the requirement that each player must earn his way onto the team by accumulating points based on tournament performances over a two-year period. What strikes us as unjust and antiquated is that every candidate must have been a pro for a minimum of four years before he can even begin to win Ryder Cup points.
The most recent competition for these points ended at the Masters, and four of the top 10 money winners of 1966, Jack Nicklaus, Phil Rodgers, R. H. Sikes and Frank Beard, will be missing from the team that plays the biennial match with Great Britain in Houston this October.
Can you imagine Richie Allen or Gale Sayers being similarly deprived in baseball or football? As for Nicklaus, who for five years has ranked with Arnold Palmer as the finest player in golf, don't look for him to play a Ryder Cup match until 1969, a full seven years after he turned pro. And he may even have retired by then.
The other night, when Winter was coming home, he heard a prowler in his house. Winter returned to his car for his starter's gun, but when he went after the prowler, Winter found he had fled across a muddy orchard.
When the police arrived, Winter told them: "His stride is about 56 inches long. Note, too, that his left toe points out and that the depth of his footprints is about five inches at the heel. That can mean only one thing: he's not a sprinter. The man has to be exceptionally short, probably heavyset and he runs on his heels. Since he cleared a seven-foot fence to get away, he has to be agile, but he can't run, even considering he was moving on a heavy track. Another thing, he can't be very smart. He was obviously after money, so why should he pick on a track coach?"
For South Africa's whites, sport amounts to a national obsession. But because of apartheid, the time may come when they can no longer enjoy international competition. Indeed, the prospect is almost as disturbing as having to sit next to a Kaffir in a movie. So last week Prime Minister Balthazar Vorster made what appeared to be a calculated bid for South Africa's continuing participation in world sport.