It's kind of crazy how I got hired. A buddy of mine had a ticket he wasn't using to the Monday practice round of the '91 International. I drove up and watched a little golf and then went up to the driving range. There were only a handful of players practicing and less spectators. I saw Ken Venturi hitting balls by himself at the end of the range and walked down and watched him hit some shots. We started chatting and I had read an article in one of the golf magazines that gave a behind the scenes look at how they get a telecast on the air. We chatted for a few more minutes and I asked him if they needed any local help that week for the tournament. He gave me a ride to the CBS compound in his golf cart, introduced me to Chuck Will, the Associate Producer, who asked me some questions and hired me. If you were allergic to 4 letter words you wouldn't have lasted long. The stuff I heard in the headsets was profane and funny. If you messed up, you heard about it.