Woody says, "...Mickey and I were partners in this charity match...Hope rigged it that way and chose Slammin' Sammy Snead. I wish the whole world could have been witness to this laughfest. Golfers recall only good shots and are gifted in forgetting the bad. (Of course!) Amid jokes, Sam sank a long 35-foot putt. The huge gallery howled as Bob ran to the cup, picked the ball out, kissed it sweetly, and put it into his shirt pocket close to his heart. I was next to putt. Unbelievably, I sank my putt also, a 25 footer. Bob gave me a haughty frown, strode up to the cup once again, extracted my golf ball, glowered at it, then whirled around and tossed it into a greenside pond! The gallery really howled at that, too!"