Hogan To Walters: "You might be the best golfer."

Michael Bamberger catches up with shotmaker extraordinaire Dennis Walters, who is back doing his thing on the road. (You may recall that he broke two bones in his leg last year and the prognosis wasn't great.)

This was neat:

Years ago, Walters was practicing by himself at Shady Oaks, Hogan's legendary Fort Worth hangout. At the end of the day, he met Hogan.

"Mr. Hogan!" Walters said. "I had hoped you might watch me hit a few."

Hogan said, "I've been watching you for two hours." They talked briefly. Hogan said, "I hope our paths will cross again." Hogan crossed his left and right index fingers.

They crossed paths five more times, these two men who stayed with the game when life seemed to have other plans. Hogan once said to him, "You might be the best golfer." He wasn't talking about scores. He was talking about devotion.

When he dreams, Walters plays golf, on his own legs, in tournaments. Then he wakes up. In his book, he's logged 3,000 tournaments at this point—3,000 and counting.

If you haven't seen Walters in action: