Ben Hogan was the hero no one knew. No one knew what drove him to practice until his hands bled or what private demons built the high walls that surrounded him, but he built a legend and a mystique that captivates golfers still. The components of this mystique were easy to see: a silent, almost eerie concentration that intimidated his opponents, a presence any politician or actor would envy, and an ability to hit a ball so squarely that it sizzled as it left his club.