Last Word by Jimmy Roberts of NBC Sports Silver Streak

“Payne wenty-five years. How could person this time around than he had been I possibly be old enough to after his previous major championship Stewart look back that far and not successes. That’s what I thought about when finally found have it involve a high school he died just four months later: A great golfer teacher or some juvenile who’d finally found life’s swing thought but life’s swing prank? Maybe a funny story never really had much of a chance to put it thought but Tabout learning to drive or shave? But when I into play. start to think about where in life I was when I think back on one of the best people I never really The Met Golfer was first published, it occurs ever met in this game … and he wasn’t a pro- had much of to me I was actually at a pretty fortunate junc- fessional golfer. Bruce Edwards was a great ture: I was starting to cover . caddie, but more than that, a kind and a chance to Just two summers before, in 1981, I had extraordinary man. I remember being at put it into witnessed a taciturn Australian win the U.S. Pebble Beach in 1982; the happiness as he and Open at Merion. hit 13 circled each other in sponta- play.” fairways and 16 greens in the final round. neous elation on the 17th green. Twenty How was I to know that this type of stuff just years later, I remember visiting with him at his didn’t happen too often? How was I to know house in Florida; the horrible sadness of the amazing things I would eventually see? watching him die of ALS. But it’s not the big things I remember most. And then there is . Inter- When won that Masters in viewing him at his last U.S. Open at Oakmont 1997 – going 22 under par over his last 63 in 1994 and his last British Open in 1995 at holes – the image I can’t shake is the gather- St. Andrews are memories of a lifetime, but ing of older black waiters and club employees it wasn’t until a couple of summers ago at the who gathered on Sunday morning near the Senior PGA Championship at Laurel Valley first tee to watch him march into history. One that I had the “Arnie” moment that sticks man said to me: “I didn’t think I’d ever see with me most. The King is a compulsive “pack this day come.” rat.” He never throws anything golf-related A year later, Mark O’Meara came from away (if you had his life, wouldn’t you want nowhere and had the season of a lifetime at to hold on to every little bit of it?). He took age 41. He won The Masters and then, at us to a red corrugated steel barn near the back Birkdale, would win the British Open. Walk- of his Latrobe property where his assistant, ing with him during a practice round in Eng- Corey, had catalogued and organized the land, I remarked that the greens looked slow. memorabilia of Palmer’s career. Everything “You think so?” he said and he handed me his you can possibly imagine: bags, scorecards, putter. “Let’s see what you can do.” In front awards, pictures, rain suits, products he’d of a few thousand people, I had the thrill and endorsed, and clubs – more than 10,000 of the fright of a lifetime. I missed a 15-footer. them – all together in one awe-inspiring place. Small moments. I remember talking with I think back on that afternoon in western in a quiet locker room at Pine- Pennsylvania and it confirms for me this: the hurst after he won the 1999 U.S. Open. He smallest moments are the ones I’ll always said he was looking forward to being a better remember most. ■ COURTESY NBCCOURTESY SPORTS

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