The last 20 minutes were unlike any seen in the previous 59 Masters. Norman became a kind of dead man walking, four shots behind and all his dreams drowning in Augusta National ponds behind him. Spectators actually looked down, hoping not to make eye contact, as Norman passed among them on his way to the 18th tee … "I screwed up," Norman told the world's press, smiling. "It's all on me. I know that. But losing this Masters is not the end of the world. I let this one get away, but I still have a pretty good life."…Whatever this day had done to him, it hadn't destroyed him. He is golf's black box, its unmeltable survivor.
Source: Reilly, Rick. Sports Illustrated, April 22, 1996.
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