THEY CALL ME SUPERMEX by Lee with Sam Blair Trevino

THEY CALL ME SUPERMEX

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Mexican-American golf star Trevino starts off this autobiography with his only really dramatic moment: in 1975 he was struck by lightning, barely survived, and suffered back trouble before making a '77 comeback. As for the rest, it's a chatty, low-key, rags-to-riches story--blandly spiced with jokes and anecdotes. Illegitimate, raised by his mother and his farmer/gravedigger grandfather (home was a four-room shack near the cemetery), young Lee was bright but hated school, preferring to hang around Dallas' DAC Country Club: caddying, playing in back of the caddie shed. (""Jack Grout taught Nicklaus how to play. Stan Thirsk taught Watson how to play. I taught me how to play."") As a teenager he worked at a driving range, then joined the Marines (and their golf team); back in Texas, he turned pro, played regularly at Tenison Park, sold Christmas trees, took on all sorts of gimmick bets and matches to make a living. But finally, with a couple of monied supporters and encouragement from second-wife Claudia (""Clyde""), he made it to the US Open--winning $6000 in 1967 and beating out Jack Nicklaus for first place in '68. Other titles and big-money endorsements soon followed (a few TV commercial-making anecdotes). So did some problems--with the Masters (refusing to play in 1970-71 ""was the greatest mistake I've made in my career""), with heavy drinking, with finances. Still, everything here is delivered in an easygoing, off-the-cuff style; and, with lots of hole-by-hole memories and golf-world digressions (on the road, on caddies, on ""the five greatest golfers I've ever seen""), this is pleasant, solid reading for Trevino fans and other followers of tournament play.

Pub Date: Jan. 10th, 1982
Publisher: Random House