Peter Wagner, my son, just won the Bel-Air Junior Club Championship. Parred the last three holes. One-putts, up and down. Us Wagners don't hit greens. We chip and putt.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
We've been listening to Wagner, which is so great.
I coached against Dave the last couple of years, and I was very proud to be the first time a father ever coached against his son. He beat me for 30 minutes the first time and 59 and a half minutes the second time.
To make a couple putts to win the Masters is just an amazing feeling.
Doug Ford was one of the first of the old pros I saw during my first full year on tour, in 1963. To this day he's the best chipper I've ever seen. One thing Doug did was get the ball onto the green and rolling right away, keeping it as low as possible. He never hit his chips higher than was absolutely necessary.
I grew up watching Lee Trevino, Jack Nicklaus, Arnold Palmer.
I am ashamed to report that my father, who is 73, has never been beaten by any of his four sons in golf. We have all become resigned to the fact that he has determined that he won't be beaten.
Mr. Wagner has beautiful moments but bad quarters of an hour.
Wagner has lovely moments but awful quarters of an hour.
Robert Wagner was my greatest crush.
I spent hours as a kid on the putting green of the local golf course imagining I was sinking a putt to win the Masters.