title: The Snake in the Sandtrap
author:  Lee Trevino 
description: Although golf is essentially a game that is taken seriously by those who play and follow it, Trevino does not fit the mold. He is brash and irreverent, though one of the foremost golfers in the game. In this rambling and rather slight memoir of some of his experiences on and off the fairway, Trevino manages to convey the sense of fun he gets from the game. He has met such notables as Prince Rainier and Gerald Ford, and, as one might expect, he is not easily fazed by them. Despite the light touch, Trevino's respect for his fellow professionals is most apparent. Photographs not seen. Not an essential purchase for most sports collections. Samuel Simons, Memorial Hall Lib., Andover, Mass.<br />Copyright 1985 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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  # Chapter Twenty-three
  
  The snake rippled down the right arm of the battlesuit and onto the gauntlet,
  where it shrank and started to vanish. Its single good eye began to glow like
  a starlit diamond. The tail continued to squirm toward the jewel until all
  hint of a serpent had disappeared.
  
  "Get into your armor, Hansen," said the mechanical voice of the suit.
  
  Hansen settled himself carefully into his armor. It was awkward to have to
  back into the suit . . . but thinking of the physical awkwardness took his
  mind off the real questions.
  
  "Close it, close it," Walker said irritably through the suit.
  
  Hansen was careful to twine the strand of blond hair around his finger rather
  than leave it to be found in the cubicle. The cold suede was clammy and
  smelled of the man who'd died in it.
  
  Hansen's screen lighted with a view of the bedchamber. Across the top crawled
  the message:
  
  TAKE TWO STEPS FORWARD, T