Tales from the Ranks: Archives
February 18, 2007
My Meeting with 'Uncle' Arnie
Larry Bohannan
The Desert Sun
Arnold Palmer opens the door of his home and is kind of surprised to see a visitor standing there.
"Most people just walk in," Palmer said, completely serious but with a twinkle in his eye that lets you know you really are supposed to just walk into the Palmer household at Tradition Golf Club in La Quinta. You find yourself hoping you haven't insulted him by knocking on his door before entering.
It's that kind of familiarity that has made Palmer more than just a successful golfer for a couple of generations of golf fans. Palmer is your favorite uncle, the one you actually want to come over for Thanksgiving dinner. He's your next-door neighbor, the one you invite over for barbecues and who lends you his lawn mower.
Sitting in the main room of Palmer's modest home at Tradition, just a short walk from the main clubhouse of the project, it's impossible to know that you're in the home of one of the sport's most successful and recognizable players. The room has no visible signs that Palmer won four majors, 62 PGA Tour events or five Bob Hope Chrysler Classics. On a hutch just behind the dining table is the only real acknowledgement of Palmer's profession. It's a frame containing separate pictures of Palmer, Jack Nicklaus and Gray Player with an engraved plate proclaiming "The Big Three."
Besides those pictures, it could be anyone's house.
Palmer is dressed in a pink golf sweater featuring a small logo of Tradition Golf Club on the front. That logo is a silhouette of Palmer in his characteristic high follow through, and you can't help but think this is one of the few men in the world who can wear clothing with his own likeness on it. Seriously, who else can get away with that? Rappers? Ralph Lauren?
As Palmer talks freely about his time as the game's most popular and in-demand player, he constantly squeezes rubber doughnuts designed to strengthen his famously strong hands and forearms. Occasionally he'll run a hand through his silver hair, one of the signs that Palmer truly is 77 and that his playing days, at least in official tour events, really is over.
Palmer offers you a beer, water, anything you need. He weaves the offer effortlessly between stories of the road, of driving from tournament to tournament, of looking puzzled as he recalls having never played in the South African Open.
He talks of how this is his last full day in the desert for the season. He'll be off to his home at Bay Hill, outside of Orlando, Fla., where in a few weeks the PGA Tour event he has shepherded through the last two decades will debut with a new name - the Arnold Palmer Invitational.
As you leave, Palmer shakes your hand, because part of Palmer's very being is shaking your hand, looking you in the eye and calling you by your name. He tells you to come to the Orlando tournament sometime.
And you hope you aren't insulting him by not booking a flight for Orlando right away.
Posted by scurry at 05:25 PM
February 12, 2007
First time I saw Mr. Palmer in person
In 1966, Mr. Palmer came to Midland, TX to play in an exhibition with Bob Charles,Bobby Nichols and Gary Player ( not for sure ). My Mother took myself and my twin brother to the exhibition to watch our hero ( Mr.Palmer ). We were following the golfers on a par 4 hole and we were trying to get as close as possible to Mr. Palmer. My twin brother was behind me and by accident pushed me forward and I clipped Mr. Palmer's heel while he was walking. Needless to say Mr. Palmer turned around and very politely told me not to follow so close. A very embarrassing moment, but Mr. Palmer was very nice about the whole deal.
G. Clifton
Marble Falls, TX
Posted by scurry at 04:52 PM
February 07, 2007
In Awe of a Legend
I was attending the 3M championship with my son a couple of years ago and we were standing at the driving range, when a cart pulled up right beside me and when i looked to my left it was Arnold Palmer..Wow!! I couldn't even speak..I just poked my son and told him to look at the great Arnold Palmer.. I am reading a golfers life and am enjoying that..when i go back to the 3M I am hoping you are there again and I will bring the book for you to sign if I could get so lucky. You are my idol in the golf world..and on my last minute golfer.com page you are on my dream foursome.
Best wishes,
S. Hanson
Burnsville, Minnesota
Posted by scurry at 04:56 PM
January 23, 2007
I am addicted to this game, because of you
Dear Mr. Palmer:
The reason that I'm sending this note to you (Mr. Palmer) is to say thank-you. I was watching repeat coverage of the third round of the Bob Hope when I saw you with Nick (Faldo) and Kelly (Tilghman). It was this segment that prompted me to write. I want to say that it is because of you sir that I became interested in this great game of golf.
Mr. Palmer, you were playing in the Senior Canadian Open in Hamilton, Ontario. I'm not too sure of the year (perhaps 1995) so I apologize. But, I was downtown completing a night shift (as a security officer) and I was walking down the street. It just so happened that you were coming out of the hotel on your way to the course (I think it might've been King's Forest that year or Hamilton Golf and Country). I remember making eye contact with you and you greeted me with a warm smile and a simple "Hello, how are you this morning?". Even though I wasn't a golfer back then I knew who you were. I still beat myself up for not asking for an autograph, then again it took me this long to say thank-you.
Well, I can tell you that the first thing I did that morning was go home, shower and head to the nearest sporting good store (yes, I had not discovered the pro shop at this point). I'll never forget my first set of clubs. It cost me $75 CDN for driver, fairway wood and irons. The irons were so bad in hindsight, they had zinc heads. Just harsh really, but it felt so soft when I pured my first 7 iron. Golf didn't truly stick with me then (I was a twice a year golfer...err hacker) as I was too involved in baseball. When I got really ill (I'm now 35) with severe diabetes, kidney and liver problems (diabetic complications) and heart problems (two heart attacks) I lost baseball and hockey. I was pretty depressed for a while and then I thought about picking up golf again. It was 2003 when I broke through and realized that golf was my game. I was playing that winter every chance that I had (as long as there was no snow) and it left me thinking that I was wasting time playing other sports. I have been playing for what would've been my third year last year. I've progressed quickly and surpassed any expectations that I had with this game.
To make a real long story relatively short, I'm hoping to bounce back from a torn Achilles last year (May 15th). I only got in 9 rounds during the season and golfed 20 rounds during the winter months. This year I'm playing on a mini-tour up here to gain experience. Maybe if I'm playing well enough this year I'm going to attempt a Monday Qualifier on the Nationwide Tour. Likely the Lake Erie Charity Classic.
In closing, I wanted to say thank-you again for introducing me to this game. I love everything about it. From the challenge of the elements, to the ups and downs of emotions it brings out in me, or just the smell of freshly cut grass. I love nothing more than driving by a course at night with my windows rolled down and inhaling that smell as it mingles with dew. Truly an intoxicating smell and game. My wife says that I am addicted to this game, and it is definitely true. But as I say to her "I could be addicted to worse things".
Sincerely,
Alexander Toth
Posted by scurry at 12:13 PM
December 12, 2006
Legends of Golf
I never will forget following Mr. Palmer at Onion Creek in Austin when the Legends of Golf started. On one occasion he just had photo ops with several people, and was so gracious. (Those of us that were a little nervous of approaching "The King" were happy to just sit back and watch.) But one little girl did approach. She was about 6 years old. I couldn't tell what she said to Mr. Palmer as he bent down to listen but he smiled and held her hand as they walked to the next tee box. He had just let go of her hand and was about to bend under the rope when the little girl yelled, "Go get 'em Arnie". I thought Mr. Palmer was going to die laughing. The whole crowd went nuts laughing. Mr. Palmer was always my hero. If you had to select one word, it would be "class". That is why at age 59, I have the Wheaties box with Mr. Palmer on my desk for two reasons. To remember the good times watching the tournaments he played in, and to remind myself of how important class is.
Posted by scurry at 05:35 PM
November 12, 2006
Character, Honesty and Value
I've been an Arnie's Army fan most of my life. I have followed him since I pickup my first club. For years I've had his "Arnold Plamer A Personal Journey" and have read it several times. My "life dream" would be for him to sign my book. I grew up without a father, his books have taught me not only to be strong, but instill character, honesty and value in my life. For those things, I thank him.
Marvin C.
Allen, Texas
Posted by scurry at 05:51 PM
September 25, 2006
Seeing Arnie in Person
At a practice roound for the 1980 U.S. Open in Baltusrol, New Jersey, I was watching Arnie practice putting. When he finished he waved a couple of youngsters, that had been waiting to get his autograph, onto the putting green. I and a number of other people followed. I was actually shoulder-to shoulder with the him as I too tried to score a prized signature. Unfortunately, there were so many people that he never took my scorecard. Arnie has always been my, and my father's, favorite golfer and I remember that day quite fondly as the day I rubbed shoulders with the King of Golf.
- Gary C., NJ
Posted by scurry at 04:37 PM
September 24, 2006
A Fine Man and a Mason
Mr. Palmer-
I just wanted to let you know that I grew up with a great respect for
you, not only because my Dad followed your golf career before I was
born, but because you always impressed me as a true gentleman.
I joined the Masons several years ago, and I had never been prouder to
learn at the House of the Temple in DC that you were a Brother, too. I
should have already known.
Thanks you for your example in this day of spoiled athletes. Your class
and generosity to everyone that meets you is not lost on this young man.
I only hope one day our paths may cross, and I will be able to shake
your hand as a Brother.
God bless,
John Craft, PM
Staunton Lodge #13
Staunton, VA
Posted by scurry at 07:11 PM
August 29, 2006
Arnie's Back-Nine Charge in GHO Nearly Results in Win
My earliest memory of Arnie was in 1962 at my great-aunt's house in New Haven where I sat with my Dad and some relatives to watch a "golf tournament" on a small black & white television. As the TV was turned on the announcer said ..."here comes Arnold Palmer the leader of this tournament". I looked up an saw a very strong looking man hitching up his pants as he walked up over the hill.
As a six year old, Arnie and the game of golf made an great impression on me at the time. I continued to follow Arnie's career and his wins over with other great golfers for several years, up to the 1973 Bob Hope Desert Classic win. In probably July or August 1974, I purchased a ticket to the Greater Hartford Open and traveled by myself some 20 miles from my parents home in Waterbury to see Arnie perform in person...and Oh what a performance Arnie put on. He battled Bruce Devlin (the eventual winner) and Rick Massengale on the back nine at the Wethersfield CC making at least six birdies on the remaining nine holes only to lose the tournament by a stroke. What a thrill it was to see this great man make birdies from all over the green with the crowd roaring in its approval and joy over Arnie's classic charge. What also struck me was the personal contact I felt that day with Mr. Palmer. He made eye contact with me several times from the opening tee shot to the final green. He winked, smiled and glanced in my direction all day which gave me a great feeling that this superstar golfer was a real champion and a wonderful role model. The story does not end there but on the porch of the clubhouse. A massive throng of fans followed Arnie from the eighteenth green to the scorers tent and then up to the clubhouse and of course I was amongst them.
I really wanted Arnie's autograph, so following Arnie and the crowd I jumped up on the veranda just before Arnie was to enter the building and I held out a small piece of paper above the crowd and asked Arnie for a signature which he gladly provided with a wink. I thought my hero was a great man to do this with everything else that was going on around him with people pulling and pushing him. My day was complete and I've proudly shared this story with my children and others over the years.
Arnie has inspired me to play golf since I was nine years old and age 50 today I still maintain a 4 handicap at my club. I played high school and college golf and have taught my three children who are all outstanding junior golfers who I am certain someday will teach their children to golf...and relate the above story to them. I wished you many more happy birthdays Arnie...you are the heart and soul of golf and truly the people's pro.
Kindest regards
Bruce Carusillo, CPA
Posted by scurry at 02:36 PM
May 09, 2006
1970 PGA Southern Hills
I love telling this story and have told it probably hundreds of times in the 36 years since the PGA Championship was played at Tulsa's Southern Hills in 1970.
This particular feat by Arnold Palmer cemented, in my mind at least, his rightful place as the "trick shot artist" extraordinaire of his day, as he possessed an imagination and creativity for the game unmatched by anyone of any era (sorry Tiger).
I don't recall the hole, but Mr. Palmer was in a bit of difficulty and in the rough this particular day of the tournament and, because of trees, had no shot at the green, probably 150 yards away. Believe what I say.....The man had NO shot, except to chip onto the fairway and take his lumps.
But, I was confused, as were other members of the "Army", when Mr. Palmer was taking his time deciding on a club and lining the ball up for what appeared to be a shot straight at the green.
I remember my exact thought at that moment: "What the hell is Arnie doing?" The trees were thick!
Well, what followed is but a tiny part of what has made Arnold Palmer synonomous with the game of golf and the game's premier icon.
I'm not sure I ever knew his club choice, but Mr. Palmer finally settled on a club and set up over the ball as though the trees didn't even exist!
I was standing arms folded directly behind when he took his trademark swing and sent the golf ball airborne.
The ball's flight path took it directly and perfectly through a small opening among the thick, leafy tree limbs and it settled softly onto the green.
Of course, you can imagine the roar from those of us in Arnie's Army.....once we caught our breaths, that is.
We tend to think of great, sharpshooting golfers as hitting targets on the fairways and greens, but how good are any of us at hitting a target in the sky?
John Conley
Bartlesville, Oklahoma
Posted by scurry at 01:25 PM
April 14, 2006
My Intro to Golf
Back in 1962 my mom remarried. Due to Asthma condition they decided to move from Miami, Florida to Los Angeles. Was mad at the time about a new "dad" and the brothers and sisters. The First 2 yrs did everything I could do to break them up. Then one day in June of 1962 my stepfather and I followed your progress. My step father thought you were the best on and off the course. We'll to make a long story short, he ask if I wanted to go play some golf with him. Now I look back and remember that day with great memories. Did my attitude do a 180 ? No, but from that moment on we grew closer and I went on to play on the High School Team. Still play at least once a week. Dont play when lightning, but in every other condition....LOL. Both my Stepfather and Mother(passed away last year). I sure miss them. But have wanted to write you this note about how much you've done for the game and my relationship with my 2nd Dad.
Sincerely,
Nick Balikes
Posted by scurry at 08:54 PM
April 11, 2006
Memories from Oak Hill Country Club
I lived in Rochester New York most of my life and Arnold played more than a few rounds at the famed Oak Hill Country Club over the years. I especially remember one such event when he came up to the 18th green. It was a green that almost made a u-turn if you happened to place your approach shot in the wrong place. For Arnie, there was no wrong place. He stepped up and hit a 60 foot shot with that putter, lo and behold it made the u-turn and went right in the cup. The crowd screamed and Arnie just doffed his cap and gave everyone that big grin.
God Bless You Arnie, for all the great memories...Marty
Posted by scurry at 03:00 PM
March 28, 2006
Thanks for being a regular guy and a role model for the ages
I was fortunate enough to have been invited to come down to Bay Hill for a corporate outing. Simply being at the tournament was a great pleasure as outside the ropes is as close as I will ever get to that elevel of play. Although I am a 8 handicap, I still live, breathe and sleep golf. My best friend who lives 1500 miles away spends several hours per week with me on the phone talking about our latest golf adventures, misfortunes, and future golf getaways.
I was attending a dinner for my corporate group one night during the Bay Hill last week and Mr. Palmer was our guest speaker. I work in the medical equipment industry designing wheelchair solutions for the disabled and he gave a wonderful talk on the impact our products have on people in need.
The highlight of my evening was shaking Arnie's hand and getting my photo taken with him. Although the photo was out of focus and a bit blurry it has become my prized possesion. Thanks for being a regular guy and a role model for the ages. Best of luck to you Mr. Palmer in all you you do.
Patrick Boardman
Tyngsboro, MA
Posted by scurry at 01:17 PM
March 20, 2006
Thumbs Up
My Father was in the Navy and stationed in Pensacola, Florida when I was a teenager. One year Mr. Palmer was in Pensacola to play in the then Pensacola Open. At that time it was played at the Pensacola Country Club. The Naval Air Station there had an 18 hole Golf Course, A.C. Reid and Mr. Palmer played a round there before the tournament started. I can remember how excited I was. Through some unforseen circumstance I was not able to see Mr. Palmer play and it was, I remember, a sad sad day for me.
I have, since those years collected sports magazine covers of Arnold, pictures, a replica of "The Tractor" made famous by Arnold, an Arnold Palmer, Latrobe license plate and other keepsakes. But I never got to see Mr. Palmer in person until the 2004, 25th Senior Open at the Bellerive Country Club in St. louis. I followed Arnold for the time that I was at the tournament and enjoyed every shot that "The King" made. I tried to get an autograph when the round was over as Mr. Palmer left the scorer's area but security was such that I was not able to get close enough. But several young boys got the thrill and autograph of a lifetime. It was heartwarming to see the great big smiles on their faces.
I did call out to Arnold and told him I loved him and thanked him for coming to St. louis. I was probably just wanting it to happen, but Arnold turned to acknowledge my words and gave me a big smile and that ever present big "thumbs up". I went home that day a very happy senior citizen for I had finally seen my boyhood hero in person, spoken to him and recieved a return salute.
Now that I am close to retirement and more able to travel, I hope to some day soon see my friend again. And maybe this time be able to shake his hand, maybe even give him a hug and tell him thanks for all the hours and years of enjoyment he shared with me and the rest of his millions of fans.
Posted by scurry at 09:46 PM
Not in My Backswing!
During a practice round before Bay Hill one day in 1980, my husband, a golf professional himself, my my 9 year old son, my 2 year old daughter and I were following Arnie and his group around the course, being careful to keep the child quiet and far from the action.
On the 17th tee, there isn't much room to get far away and I was holding my daughter in my arms and standing as far away as I could when Arnie's partner took his club back and just at the top of his swing my daughter made a rather loud noise. It really didn't affect the shot and everyone turned around and smiled, but I was so embarrassed! Arnie grinned and said "No problem, as long as she doesn't do it in MY backswing!"
We finished watching the round and after the 18th hole, Arnie came over to our family and chatted with the children, signed an autograph for my son and myself and joked about what had happened. That was my first "celebrity" golfer and because of my husband's pro career, I came to see Arnie many more times. He is a wonderful man and I will never forget his graciousness at that first meeting.
We lost my husband, John 11 years ago and he thought so much of Arnie and the years he spent working on the Senior Tour with him. Bay Hill will always be so special to my children and I, we always went and John passed away during the tournament 3/15/95. I like to think he's there every year still. Thanks for the memories Arnie!
Nancy Trimboli Burgess
Posted by scurry at 08:21 PM
Father's Greatest Round of Golf
Mr. Palmer, my name is Matt Welter. About eight years ago you gave my father a memory he will never forget. He was given the opportunity he had always dreamed of and that was being able to play Latrobe. He was there with a friend for a business outing. My dad had always considered you the greatest golfer of all time and is your biggest fan.
When he was playing the round he was driving up to the 18th and noticed a cart was already there. He pulled up and it was you, standing on the 18th tee, looking over the course. He always tells me about how he scalded a ball because he was so nervous in front of you but you told him that you could tell that wasn't his best hit because he was so nervous. The funny thing is that he was with a big goofy guy who is pretty bad and he hit the ball of his life and never lets my dad live it down. Anyways, you all chatted for a while and eventually they played on.
A few weeks later my dad received a picture that had been autographed by you and he charishes that moment and that picture unlike anything I have ever seen. I just want to thank you for being such a great guy and for accidently fulfilling one of my father's life long dreams of meeting THE man, Arnold Palmer. And by the way, I am addicted to the Arnold Palmer drink from Arizona tea. That is the best drink I have ever had and it keeps me going out on the links. Matthew Welter
Posted by scurry at 03:25 PM
March 05, 2006
I'm a New Part of Arnie's Army
Mr Palmer,
I live in San Jose,CA. I started playing this wonderful game a little more than a year ago. I am in my mid twenties so unfortunately I never had the privedledge to watch you play on TV or live. But thanks to the Golf Channel I have been able to see some of your most memorable moments. You really inspire me not only with your aggressive style of play, but more with your conduct on off the course of play. You are truly a gentleman and more than a legend of the game. Mr. Palmer thanks for the hope you and joy you bring me and the rest of the Army!
Your Fan
Chi Kim
Posted by scurry at 03:52 AM
I'm a New Part of Arnie's Army
Mr Palmer,
I live in San Jose,CA. I started playing this wonderful game a little more than a year ago. I am in my mid twenties so unfortunately I never had the privedledge to watch you play on TV or live. But thanks to the Golf Channel I have been able to see some of your most memorable moments. You really inspire me not only with your aggressive style of play, but more with your conduct on off the course of play. You are truly a gentleman and more than a legend of the game. Mr. Palmer thanks for the hope you and joy you bring me and the rest of the Army!
Your Fan
Chi Kim
Posted by scurry at 03:52 AM
February 13, 2006
Arnie at the British Open 1977
On the first day of the 1977 British Open, Arnie was playing with Neils Cole and Henry Cotton in the early morning at Turnbury. I was one of the few fans following the group. After a couple of holes, Arnie came over to say hello. He asked about me, and was very appreciative when I said I was in the US Air Force stationed in England. Over the remaining holes, Arnie came over and spoke with me a number of times about all kinds of things. As Arnie was already my hero and had been for years, this day was one of the most memorable in my life. Arnie was very courteous, friendly, and a joy to be with, as I knew he would be. Thank you Arnie for that day, all the ones before, and all the ones since.
CMSgt John T. Lopes, USAF, Retired
San Antonio, Texas
Posted by scurry at 03:32 PM
February 02, 2006
A Legendary Sidetrip
Last summer, on the way back from Washington D.C. to Buffalo , New York, I decided to take a little sidetrip. I had read that Arnold Palmer spends his summers in Latrobe, Pa. I knew all about Latrobe from reading several books about Mr. Palmer. My wife and two daughters were with me as we drove up the drive to beautiful Latrobe Country Club. They waited in the car as I walked over to the Pro Shop. On the way to the Pro Shop I saw a golf cart next to the main building. There were two sets of Callaway Golf Clubs in Arnold Palmer golf bags. I said "He must be here." I bought a Latrobe Country Club golf ball and hat. I asked the Assistant Pro if Mr. Palmer was on the grounds and he said yes. He said he will probably be coming out of the restaurant shortly, but don't tell him I told you. I waited near his cart anxiously. After about ten minutes Arnold Palmer emerged by himself and started to get into his cart. I was about ten yards away. I wasn't sure what to do. I figured it's now or never. I said excuse me Mr. Palmer, as I walked toward him. I think I surprised him a little bit. I shook his hand told him what a great fan I was since I was young and that my father was born and recently buried in Brockway, Pa. He said he knew where it was . I did most of the talking, probably a little nervously. He looked great,fit and was very nice. I asked him if he would autograph the hat personally that I bought in the Pro Shop and he took out his Sharpy and wrote on my visor. "To Steve, Best Wishes, Arnold Palmer". We shook hands and he drove off in his cart. I couldn't believe I just met Arnold Palmer one on one at Latrobe Country Club. My feet never left the ground as I walked back to the van. My wife said I had one huge grin and she knew before I told her that I had met Arnold Palmer. I got into the van and showed my cap. What a side trip, what a day.
Posted by scurry at 01:53 AM
January 31, 2006
Mr. Palmer and President George Herbert Walker Bush at Bay Hill
If memory serves, in March 1997, my wife and I visited the Bay Hill Club to catch a glimpse of my hero, Mr. Palmer. As we walked toward the front door, I spotted a golf cart with a "Palmer" bag on the driver's side and several loose clubs on the passenger side. My pulse raced. I told my wife that that was Arnie's cart and clubs. She asked how I knew. I told her the oversize Lamkin leather wrapped grips were a dead give away.
We entered the Pro Shop and to my surprise the Assistant Pro behind the counter was Brian Dorn (sp), formerly an Assistant Pro at the Naval Academy Golf Club where I played when I lived in Annapolis. Minutes later, as my wife and I were shopping in the pro shop, I noticed a group of men in black suits spread around the outside of the club and Pro Shop. Mr. Palmer then walked into the Pro Shop and ten steps in trail was former President George Herbert Walker Bush. Mr. Palmer, ever thoughtful, had escorted President Bush into the Pro Shop so that he could introduce his Assistant Professionals to the former President of the United States. Both Mr. Palmer and President Bush spread greetings to all in the Pro Shop and then departed.
Having followed Mr. Palmer at numerous USGA, PGA and Senior Tour events over the years, this struck me as just another example of his thoughtful consideration, directed this time not just to his fans, but to those in his employ.
Posted by scurry at 07:48 PM
January 04, 2006
Memories of a Lifetime
My name is Bill Lucas, probably better known to Mr. Palmer as "The Hat Guy" he met at the pairings drawing dinner. Yes, I was the "redneck" from Kentucky who got caught by "The King" himself wearing my golf hat inside the Bay Hill Club!! Although after being told the rules (no hats) by Mr. Palmer himself, it turned out that I had the opportunity to meet him and share a few unforgettable moments speaking with him about our wonderful experience while at Bay Hill. Not only did I get to meet him, I also had the ultimate golfers dream experience of playing in the '05 Bay Hill Invitational with Brad Faxon. I have to admit that I don't remember much about playing that day due to the fact that I must have looked like a "deer in the headlights" trying to take in every moment. I do recall praying to God that I didn't kill anyone on the first tee thank God!!
The week spent at Bay Hill was made even more special because I got to share it with my best friend, my step-dad Charles Vanover. Just to see the look on his face while I was being announced was a priceless memory, and for him to meet Mr. Palmer was a memory we both will share for the rest of our lives. From my very first plane ride from Ky. to Bay Hill, to the gifts I received, to the lessons at the Palmer Academy, playing on "golf's version of heaven" Bay Hill, sharing a day with Brad Faxon, and getting to see Mr. Palmer himself play, these are memories I will cherish for a lifetime. In fact, I actually have a "mini-shrine" in my golf room that holds all the memento's I received. All of this was made possible by our medical supplies company here in Ky. winning the national promotion put on by Invacare.
Sadly, although we had made plans to bring along my mother and my wife this year, we did not qualify this year to be able to share this "dream" with them again. But with that said, I just wanted to thank Mr. Palmer, and the entire staff at Bay Hill for giving us a memory that most golfers only dream about. I will never forget this and will have this to share one day with my grand-kids, although I'm sure the stories will grow "a little" by then.
Again, thank you for everything, and we hope to see you again.
Thank You Mr. Palmer, you truly are "The King"!
Merry Christmas
Sincerely,
Bill Lucas
"The Hat Guy"
Posted by scurry at 11:59 AM
December 09, 2005
Westchester Golf Tournament
I was 19 and in the gallery early on the Friday round at the Westchester Golf Tournament. We were standing just off the fairway at the 11th hole waiting to catch a glimpse of Arnie who was on the tee 275 yards away. His tee shot just nicked a tree and landed right near us. I could not believe that in a few moments we were going to see Arnie up close.
When he got to his ball he looked at the crowd and looked direcly at me. He asked, "Did it hit the tree?" I could not speak. Someone else finally answered and the crowd started to cheer as he got ready to hit his next shot. He hit a great iron just off the green.
It has never happened before or since then that I was so in awe of someone that I could not get the words out. I guess Arnie has that effect on people. I've always imagined that I would one day get a second chance to speak with Arnie... but so far it has not happened.
Posted by scurry at 12:56 PM
December 03, 2005
Meeting Arnie at age 7
I attended a Senior Tour Event at Sewickley Heights with my dad when I was 7 years old. I was fascinated with Arnie, and walked with him for probably 16 holes. On one of the holes, Arnie looked out to me, and brought me under the ropes. I walked down the fairway with Arnold Palmer! After the round was over, my dad and I talked with Winnie Palmer and waited for Arnie to sign autographs. Arnie graciously signed my Arnold Palmer visor, and gave me a wink. I recently had the chance to see Arnie at the Senior Open this past year, at Laurel Valley. It was the first time since that day at Sewickley Heights that I got to see Arnie again. Again we followed Arnie most of the round, on the practice tee and green, and most of his 9 holes. He again signed my pass, and even my brother's arm cast! Having an interest in Arnie, and a love for the game, I am now 15 years old, a sophomore in high school, and the first girl in the history of my school district to be on the golf team. Since we don't have a girls team, I play with the boys, from their tees, and this year I made varsity. I keep a Latrobe Country Club bag tag on my bag, with Arnie's greatest round ever, hoping to match that score one day!
Posted by scurry at 11:16 AM
November 01, 2005
My Grandmothers
Hello Mr. Palmer, I'm Tony Dellovade.Back in the 80's my great grandmothers met you at Florida in front of Sheidan hotel. They knew one of your friends. You then took a picture with them.Then in a senior event my grandmother was your score keeper. Now she knows your friend, he told you that and you gave me a flag that had your umbrella on it. I then wrote you a thank you letter. I really appreciated it! I say this every time I think of you " Go Arnie Go!"
Posted by scurry at 12:55 PM
October 25, 2005
You're my hero
Hello Mr. Palmer,
My name is Mike Medici, and I would like to thank you for being you. You have inspired me to get off my butt and make something of myself. It all started when I first tasted your Arizona Arnold Palmer Lite Half & Half beverage (which in my opinion is the greatest tasting beverage of all time.). My friend introduced me to the drink, and it sparked my interest because of the design of the can, the photographs of you and the look of determination on your face makes me think about how you have lived your dream and how I can live mine too, if I work hard and try. Your life is amazing, your world renown and you are my hero. I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart Mr. Palmer, you are a great man.
- Michael Medici
Posted by scurry at 12:13 PM
October 22, 2005
Go Arnie!
Dear Mr. Palmer,
As junior golfers back in the middle 70's, a group of us went to royal montreal golf club to see the Canadian Open, from Malone, NY.
I insisted on following you on the course. On one particular hole (can't remember exactly) you were preparing to hit a tee shot while the gallery, me included, passed underneath on a bridge. I yelled 'GO ARNIE!' and you looked me right in the eye and winked.
I don't think you did very well in that tournament but it was a moment i'll never forget.
I've read your book 'GO FOR BROKE' many times, it has been an inspiration for me. I've lost many balls in the water and in the woods following your philosophy, but also made many eagles and 'hole-out' birdies, going for the hole.
Happy birthday, Mr. Palmer, and I wish you many more. I would like to speak on behalf of so many of your fans - we would like to see you playing more tournaments, no matter how you score. We will always be there.
From a lowly private in Arnie's Army.
Best regards,
Will Waryha
Malone, NY
Posted by scurry at 12:08 PM
October 18, 2005
Kindness and Respect
In 1983 I was able to attend my first official round of golf and it was at the Masters. It was interesting to see how quiet the gallery was when it counted. We walked to the first green to see some of the great players come through. Arnie holed a lengthy putt for par and quickly left the green. As everyone applauded politely, one fan spoke as Arnold passed through the ropes. The fan quitely said "Nice putt Arnold". Arnie looked back and said "Thank you".
It would have been easy to have kept going, deep in concentration for the next hole. It fact most golfers I saw that day did not acknowledge a fan's comments. However, Arnie did.
This is why we love him so. Because he cares about us too.
Posted by scurry at 06:17 PM
Administaff Classic in Houston
Many thanks to Arnold for his appearance and participation in the Champions Tour Administaff Classic in the Houston area this past weekend. I have never enjoyed anything so much as watching Arnie and Lee Trevino play together on both Saturday and Sunday. It was a thrill, a treat, a chance to see a couple of my favorites at the same time. I know it took a great deal of effort, but let Arnie know how much his fans appreciate seeing him still play, whether he shoots 62, 72, or 82. I also enjoyed seeing Arnie putting his arm around his wife ocasionally as he walked from one green to the next tee..........and hearing the ongoing encouragement she provided him.
This was my first and probably my only opportunity to see Arnie up close and personal. I enjoyed a brief visit with him on Friday as he walked from one green to the next tee, before the tournament became quite crowded on Saturday and Sunday. He obviously saw that I was pleased to see and meet him, as he responded like he knew me. It was a lot of fun to follow him for a good bit of the three days of the tournament. I was there to see Arnie play, and he didn't disappoint. Believe it or not, it never occurred to me to go and watch the tournament leaders. As far as I was concerned, I was watching the tourament leader, one of the greatest tournament leaders of all time.
Arnie, thanks again,
Tom Hopkins
Garland, Texas
Posted by scurry at 05:50 PM
October 14, 2005
Extremely memorable moment in my life
Dear Mr. Palmer:
First of all, let me wish you a very happy 76th year. I was fortunate enough to have won our city golf championship in Sioux City, Iowa in 1964 at the age of 17. You were gracious enough to play a golf benefit in our home town that year and little did I know that that would be one of the luckiest days of my life. I had won our city junior championship that year and was so proud to qualify as your caddy in the exhibition. By winning the city championship, I was elevated to the extreme privilege of being able to play with you. I am now 59 years old, looking at our picture on my wall, watching you just make a birdie on TV in this weeks Senior tour event and am so proud that I got to spend a wonderful afternoon which seems so long ago with you.
Needless to say, you have presented me with many, many years of beautiful memories and very cherished pats on the back for having qualified for that beautiful experience. I live in New Mexico now and have even met two people here that I have played golf with that were in that gallery that day back in 1964. It's an unbelievably small world.
Again, Happy Birthday Mr. Palmer and I wish you all the best for a wonderfully pleasurable rest of your life. Thank you so much for the beautiful memories in mine.
Sincerely,
Don Sorensen
Posted by scurry at 05:55 PM
October 01, 2005
A handshake...
Just a simple story. I was at a Senior PGA event in Palm Beach Gardens, Florida, when during a rain delay, Mr. Palmer was seated outside the pro shop chatting with some folks. I approached him and told him how much I appreciated what he had done for the game of golf, shook his hand and thanked him. I have always admired his character and the way he treats people. He is a genuine gentleman.
Thank you,
Mark Pennington
Fort Lauderdale, FL
Posted by scurry at 05:59 PM
September 23, 2005
1960 Insurance City Open
As co-chairman of the 1960 ICO Tournament, my co-chairman and I went to Akron to see if Arnie was going to attend our tournament in Wethersfield Conn. After looking everywhere we were standing outside the Clubhouse when we felt a strong arm around our sholders, with the following remark, "Hi guys, heard you were here, I will be playing, we'll be in touch." and with that he was gone.
With that simple statement, he made our tournament a success.
Arnie won the tournament in a sudden death playoff on the third hole, after coming from five holes behind on the last day.
There is only one Arnie, a great golfer, and a great person.
Mike Hollm
Posted by scurry at 11:30 AM
September 15, 2005
The first time that I saw my dad cry...
I was a student at the Golf Academy in 1999, when my class was asked to volunteer for the Bay Hill tournament. After the day of working in the main tent outside the clubhouse I went inside and saw a photo of the King crossing over the bridge at St. Andrews. The pro told me that Mr. Palmer would sign it if I bought it. So I bought one for my dad who loves him and asked Mr. Palmer to personalize it for my dad's b-day. He did and when I gave it to him, it was the first time that I saw my dad cry.....
Thanks Mr. Palmer.
Posted by scurry at 08:10 PM
On Treating People
My story is not anything that any Mr. Palmer fan does not really know already about the class Mr. Palmer always exemplifies. I was fortunate enough to be a member at Bay Hill back in the mid 1990's. I was equally fortunate enough to be a member of the Shootout headed by Mr. Lee Havre.
I never was able to play with Mr. Palmer but I was so fortunate to be in many conversations and interactions with him. The consistent quality I tell everyone is that if you were not a golfer and did not know the name Arnold Palmer, you would think he was just another member of the group. If you had something to say, he would listen. Never once using his enormous clout to take advantage of anyone or anything. He just loved being around people who love golf.
Mainly because of my observing Mr.Palmer and the class he always displays, I have become very negative towards most modern day athletes. The lack of respect and gratefulness towards the average fan is a bit hard to stomach. Especially with the dollars many of them are making.
It is just wonderful a man like Mr. Palmer can not only teach us lessons on the field, but more importantly off the field. I will always cherish the time at Bay Hill and the lessons I learned from being around such a great man.
Sincerely,
John Jarosky
Posted by scurry at 08:00 PM
The Palmer Logo on a U-2 spyplane?
Dear Mr. Palmer,
Just a quick note to wish you a happy birthday on the 10th! We had a chance to meet several years ago at Bay Hill. The meeting was special for me because we had a chance to talk aviation and I had the opportunity to share some photos of my career flying the U-2 spyplane. You may recall the photos since the Palmer Logo appeared on the tail, purely out of admiration for you.
From a lifelong fan, please accept my best wishes for a great birthday. You continue to be an inspiration.
Most Sincerely,
Dan Sanders
Chief Executive Officer
United Supermarkets, Ltd.
Posted by scurry at 07:52 PM
It was almost as if he knew me...
I have been a fan of Mr Palmer for 43 years. As a boy of 11,my uncle took me to the Cleveland Open in 1963. We followed Arnold and I was just struck by his game and sportsmanship. He won the tournament over Tommy Aaron and the late Tony Lema in a playoff.
After the play was over,Arnold saw me standing at the ropes and shook my hand and patted me on the head. I became an instant fan. I have now followed him for 43 years and saw him play most recently at the US Senior Open in Dayton. It was almost as if he knew me. He shook my hand, but he did not pat my head.
He has been my idol in golf, and also as a human being.
Thanks,
Greg Barna
Marietta,GA
Posted by scurry at 07:48 PM
A Special Note
My father turned 81 this year, but it was his 80th that was so very special. Mr. Palmer was generous enough to send him a special note on that day. They had met at the Phx. Open in 1964, and this was an important time for my father. Turning 80 can bring about mixed feelings, so how appropriate to open a letter from his lifetime hero and fellow prostate cancer survivor. I also added a case of your 2002 wine from Northern California. He called me up and could barely get through the phone call. My Dad is the most important person in my life and it has always been difficult to get something for his birthday. I'm sure your kids can relate. So, to surprise him on that day was no small feat. I just wanted you to know how special you are to my family and to me.
I pray for your continued good health and best wishes on your upcoming birthday.
Sincerely,
David M. Simmons, son of James Pat Simmons
Posted by scurry at 07:44 PM
Arnold Palmer's Favorite Golf Holes
Arn,
I believe it was the early 70's, you were hosting a Television program called, I believe, "Arnold Palmer's Favorite Golf Holes".
If you recall, you would play a hole with a guest.
One day you had your father as your guest player. I believe you hit this particular par three safely, but your dad was on the other side of the green, about an acre away fron the cup. Well, as you may recall, your Dad holed it for a bird leaving you with a mediocre par.
The part I remember well, and got the biggest kick out of was the look on his face when it went in. He had this "Of course it went in, that's what I was trying to do!" I also felt that he was thinking, "Of course I outplayed Arnold. I'm his Dad."
Thanks,
B. Linderman
Posted by scurry at 07:42 PM
Dealing with People
My biggest thrill was to meet Arnold Palmer while serving as a driving range volunteer at the Senior Open at Congressional Country Club in Washington, D.C. I got my picture made with him, got it quickly developed, and the next day he autographed it. Mr. Palmer treated each of us volunteers with genuine interest and appreciation. It was a great lesson about dealing with people that I have tried to follow in golf and in life.
Thank you, Mr. Palmer!
Rod C.
Ashland, VA
Posted by scurry at 07:34 PM
September 08, 2005
Happy Birthday & Anniversary
Hi Arnold!
On the eve of this years Canadian Open I would like to thank you for the many happy memories you & the game of golf have offered me over the last 50 years.
Your Canadian Open win at Lambton Golf Club in 1955 got me interested in the game. I caddied during my teenage years at the Islignton Golf Club, just a few miles south of Lambton G.C., and later worked in the Pro Shop under Les Franks - CPGA pro.
To use one of your many phrases- I would hit some good shots & some not to good shots. The trouble was I would hit more of the not so good shots. I still love the game, to tee it up, hit it hard & enjoy the walk.
Arnold, have a great birthday & thanks for the memories.
Len V.
PS: I let my daughter read this email. She said she knows who Arnold Palmer is because I always talked about you. She also said the only other golfers she knows are the ones on Tiger Woods Golf computer game.
Posted by scurry at 08:11 PM
September 04, 2005
3M Championship Meeting
Arnold Palmer has "long" been a hero to this 25-year-old fan. Despite my rather brief history of golf enjoyment and fan-dom, Arnold has always been my favorite. His writings and videos have been some of the greatest inspirations to this aspiring young golfer. Can you imagine how much more I liked him when I discovered that he and I share the same birthday (although quite a few years apart)? :-)
Today, while attending the Coldwell Banker Burnet Pro-Am at TPC Twin Cities, I was treated to the rare opportunity to watch my favorite golfer playing live. Of course, part of the thrill for me was seeing him play one of the very courses he's designed!
After he teed off on the seventh hole, I noticed that he slipped into the cart with his caddy that happened to be parked just behind me. He waited there for the amateurs he was partnered with to tee off. This provided me the golden opportunity to walk over and enjoy this brief exchange (as best as I remember it):
"Mr. Palmer?"
"Yes?"
"Your birthday is September tenth is it not?"
"Yes."
"As is mine! It's a little early, but happy birthday."
[At this, he reached out his hand to match mine for a handshake.]
"Happy birthday," he replied back.
"Thank you," I said while shaking his hand and then added, "God bless you sir."
That was about all there was time for, but I enjoyed every last second of it.
I have never before had the privilege of meeting anyone who shared my birthday, and now the first I've "met" is Arnie himself.
Thank you, Mr. Palmer, for this kind act toward one of your fans. You're one of the greatest ever and I'm privileged to share this memory--and the same birthday--with you.
Posted by scurry at 08:04 PM