The American Spectator

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The Right Man

By Lawrence Henry on 9.1.06 @ 12:07AM

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He's no show pony. He gimps around the course on a bad knee. His swing is a comic half-slap, with the club head getting no higher than his right shoulder (or even his belt) on the backswing. He developed this swing practicing in his low-ceilinged New England basement in the wintertime.

Most important, he is tough. How many athletes can you think of who jumped into their sport's highest competitive professional arenas at age 47 -- in order to make money, and then did it?

And he may well be, as Johnny Miller said, the best player in the world from 100 yards in, where match play golf is won and lost. Imagine the young Europeans' chagrin as they got beat, over and over, by an old geezer.

There is only one Allen Doyle. He should have been a Captain's pick for this year's Ryder Cup team.

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