“But for some people, I guess that’s just not good enough: Crenshaw is expected to win—everything. And pretty soon, the kid himself starts to believe that, lets it prey on his mind. I mean, you’d think he was kind of half-psycho anyway, always talking about ‘going into a trance when I get on those old courses in the East,’ half-pretending that he’s battling Harry Vardon for the U.S. Open of ought-something-or-other. So this bit about winning really starts to bother him. On the outside, he’s all confidence. He tells me he thinks he’s capable of winning any tournament, that he proved that in San Antonio. But you just know that all the publicity pressure is on his mind, and that every time he tees it up, he’s telling himself, ‘Now, just don’t do anything stupid, just don’t take the gas and look like a fool.’ So, of course, he blows a few tournament leads—like in the Canadian Open when he dumped a shot into the water hazard on the 16th hole—and he becomes so preoccupied with winning that it’s a minor miracle he can still draw the club back.”