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Golf Australia Express : GA Express 188
T WENTY years ago, I was a second- year uni student with aspirations of becoming a sports journalist. My 20th birthday loomed and my golf hero had just birdied nine of his last 12 holes to shoot 63 and tie the course record at Augusta National, leading the 1996 Masters after a scintillating first round. Two days later, Greg Norman carried a six- stroke lead into the final round and despite all the snake-bitten moments he’d endured there to date, seemed destined to finally stick a fork in one of world golf’s and Australian sport’s great hoodoos. Typically of the age and the economic climate experienced during tertiary education, I lived in a four-person share house along with one other golf-mad mate who I still play golf with to this day. We eagerly woke early on the Monday morning and Drew sheepishly told me walking down the hallway towards the small TV in the lounge room what he’d just heard on the radio: “He’s bogeyed the 1st...” ‘No matter,’ I remember thinking. ‘It’s just one shot gone. There are five more up his sleeve.’ Of course it turned out those five would be gone not long after the turn then two more after a rinsed tee shot at the 12th hole. What was happening? How does one appear so invincible one day and so hapless 72 hours later? One plays golf to any level, that’s how. Or one gets mowed down by one’s relentless nemesis that on this occasion – ironically – was the animal that smelled blood in the water. Nick Faldo was the last guy you wanted chasing a wounded Great White Shark.
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