I took my sons, Collin & James, then ages 7 & 9, to a practice round of the 1994 PGA Championship at Southern Hills. They very much wanted to get Arnie's autograph, but were unsuccessful through the front nine. They were pretty discouraged and ready to give up when their mom came up with a new strategy. So on the next hole they both made their way to the ropes, held out their program, and in loud voices said, "Pretty please, Mr. Palmer!" It worked!