Arnie was the only reason my Mom would let us miss church

During the early 1960s, my wonderful, sometimes dysfunctional family could ALWAYS agree on one thing - our allegiance to Arnie's Army! The Sundays of The Open were the only Sundays that Mom did not make my brother and I go to church. We watched those grainy  black and white images on our TV for one reason; to root for Arnold Palmer. When my mother came home from church, her first words would always be "how's Arnie doing"?   Today's athletes need to emulate Mr. Palmer. I need to be able to point to someone and share with my children and grandchildren that my childhood idol set the standard for what a gentleman and athlete should be.  RIP Arnie.