First Masters Memory
It was Sunday, April 14th, 1996 and I was seated next to my Dad in our living room.
I was 13 at the time, and we watched a lot of sports together.
My Dad and I watched Greg Norman lose a 6 shot lead, put two balls in the water on the back nine, and fall to his knees en route to a final round 78 at The Masters. I’m pretty sure we all fell with him that day. He was likable, a gifted player, and it stung to watch him unravel.
When Nick Faldo put his arm around Norman as they made their way up the 18th hole, there was no explanation needed. As Roger Kahn once wrote, “you may glory in a team triumphant, but you fall in love with a team in defeat.” I’m sure Faldo earned some new fans that day for his classy show of sportsmanship, but not nearly as many as Norman, for his humbling display of humanity.
Enjoy your Sunday,