Such as: ‘A few miles southeast of the Alamo, in a sunken oven of pecan trees and thick, baked Bermuda grass … a middle-aged man [Julius Boros] struck a marvelous blow for tired, portly, beer-drinking, slow-moving fathers of seven.’

I’d like to think that Mr. Jenkins and I would get along famously. Or he might adjudge me an asshole.

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