The American Spectator

Wlady — Jack already was the subject of warm affection by the early 1970s, when I first started paying close attention. He already was admired for his sportsmanship in conceding a key putt in the Ryder Cup and for his graciousness in handling the public’s abuse (“Miss it, Fat Jack!!!!”) while he was supplanting Arnie. He became a real fan favorite early in the 1970s — I believe it was the 1971 PGA, but my memory could be a bit off here — when one of his young sons ran and jumped into his arms in the middle of the 18th green. This was shortly after Jack let his hair grow out beyond buzz-cut length, and the photo of the devoted father with little boy in his arms became iconic. By the Masters of 1975, he was clearly and unambiguously the fan favorite in the epic battle with Weiskopf and Miller.

But, to repeat, I loved the vast bulk of Larry’s review. I just didn’t understand the need for the asides about Nicklaus.