Sunday, July 22, 2007

Pete Wilson: 1945-2007

Pete Wilson the local newscaster, not Pete Wilson the anti-immigrant former California governor, died on Friday during a hip replacement surgery. He was 62.

I met Wilson on a Saturday evening 17 years ago this month. I can be fairly certain about the date because I met somebody else famous that same day and I told Pete Wilson about it.

I was in a restaurant bar up in Marin County, drinking a Scotch and reading a golf book, Ben Hogan's book on the fundamentals of the swing. I saw Wilson come into the place for dinner and recognized him from the TV. As he was leaving, he stopped by and said to me, "You know, that is going to ruin your life."

"Golf or Scotch?" I asked.

He laughed. "Well, I was thinking about the golf, but you might have a point about the Scotch as well."

Turns out he was an avid player. In the obituary on, one of his friends said he was thinking about how soon he was going to be able to return to the links after the surgery. A blood clot put an end to those plans, sadly.

Back those many years ago, I told him I saw a kid play that day whose name he should remember. At the 1990 U.S. Junior Amateur played at Lake Merced, I saw a 14 year old named Tiger Woods lose in the quarterfinal round. Turns out, I'm one of the few people in the world who can say with confidence they saw Tiger Woods lose as an amateur. He would win the U.S. Junior the next three years in a row.

So farewell to Pete Wilson, who went out of his way to chat up some fellow golfer way back when.

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sfmike said...

Glad to hear an actual nice story about Pete Wilson that's not from some stupid source like the Chronicle's Debra Saunders or C.W. Nevius. Still, though one shouldn't speak ill of the dead, I thought he was an unspeakably bad journalist and TV anchor and a blight on everybody in the Bay Area. I wish he had retired earlier and stuck to golf.

Matty Boy said...

I know that most of the stuff I read about him is his cluelessness towards people unlike him. I guess he could be nice to a fellow member of the golfing community.

I knew who he was when he walked in the bar. I never watched him regularly.

Jess Wundrun said...

A man asks a fortune teller what heaven is like. The fortune teller gazes into her crystal ball and says, "hmmmm. I have some good news and some bad news. In heaven there are many many golf courses, each more beautiful than the last."

"And the bad news?" the man asks.

"You have a tee time for tomorrow morning at 8:30"

spaghetti happens said...

I'm curious about the Marin County bar you mentioned. I walked into Sam's in Tiburon a couple of years ago and saw Arnold Palmer sitting at the bar. I walked up to him, shook his hand and said, "I'm gonna tell my dad I met Arnold Palmer." Palmer was quite gracious, as you'd hope someone to be who is recognized everywhere he goes.

'Cept I'd forgotten that the old man had died two years before.