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Funny you mention that. Norman was my favorite golfer when I was in sixth grade and I went to the Memorial with one goal in mind, get Norman's autograph. After his round I was waiting for him right at the entrance to the range. I was one of a small crowd (five people maybe) and he walked by with a human wall of police surrounding him and didn't acknowledge any of us. Since that day I've hated the prick. One of my most joyous moments watching the Masters came in 96 when he choked. I still get enjoyment when I think about it.
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