When Tom Kite arrived at Pebble Beach for the 1992 U.S. Open, something was missing. Yes, he was missing a major title from his sterling resume, but he planned to make amends for that on a course where he had won before and held the course record. What he hadn’t planned was to forget his trusty lob wedge at home.
Never fear, Kite called up his father who delivered the club in person. It would come in handy. On Sunday, the 42-year-old Kite was standing in the deep rough some 20 yards off the seventh green, fighting to stand straight in the 40-mile-an-hour seaside wind. He grabbed the lob wedge, cleared the yawning bunker with a low arcing pitch, and watched the ball speed across the green, crash into the flagstick and drop into the hole for an improbable birdie.