Thanks for the mention of my dad and Ken Venturi. Yes, my dad did tell of walking off the 18th green after his win and the Michigan coach walking over to him and offering him a full ride scholarship. Dad was all set to attend Northwestern University, but not on a scholarship. So he immediately accepted the deal. He said the coach from Northwestern was pretty miffed at him for not giving him the chance to match the deal that he never talked to him again. Glad he didn't or my dad wouldn't have met and married my mom at U of M! Oh well. I believe it was meant to be. Venturi didn't make out so badly in life either! My grandfather didn't believe being a golf pro was the way to make a living so dad got his mechanical enginieering degree, served in the Marines during the Korean War, and worked in Grandpa's water softening business in Rockford, Illinois. But in his early 30's he built a course in northern Illinois called The Ledges, with a couple other men. He settled down as a club pro and lived his dream of teaching the game, playing on the winter tour in Florida, and later in his 50's competing in pro tournaments in Asia with my mother at his side. Golf provided a great life for them both and it all started at U of M. He was very proud of his accomplishments there. Someday I hope to come to the campus, and see where it all began. GO BLUE!