LOUISVILLE, Ky. His face was anguished, his eyes distant, his walka painful five-hour grind. If this wasn't the end, Jack Nicklauscould feel it converging in the steamy Kentucky heat. It is torturousenough for the legend of golf legends to confront the twilight of hiscareer, paired with the romping phenom who is stalking his records.
But then his mother passes away at 90, confirming her fears that she would die while he was completing his final tour of all fourmajor championships. His emotions become free weights, heaped uponslumping shoulders and a soaked shirt. Life is reminding Nicklaus heis growing old. It happens to all of us, greats not excluded.
The last place …
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