Growing up I watched golf every weekend with my dad. He was a nicklaus guy and I became a Palmer guy when I saw him win the Hope in 1973 on TV. Never got to meet him or see him play when I was younger. Finally in 2001 he was playing at the Nashawtuc country club in MA in a senior tour event. He hadnt been playing very well up till then and I was apprehensive about seeing him shoot one of "those" rounds. Well I got there and he was on the putting green (which was about 3 deep in spectators) and I got to watch him putt. Nice smooth strokes..just not many went in. the caddie told him about 15 minutes till tee time..Arnie winked and said "I didnt want to leave anyway" then proceeded to make like 8 in a row. He teed off and I followed right with him for all 18 holes. The highlight was on 14. he was 1-under or so for the round..hitting it pretty well . his tee shot leaked to the right.. and came to a stop about 6 feet from me. He came walking up and I was afraid to breathe. He had 142 yards to the hole behind a tree and he was waiting to play while "discussing" with the caddie about how to play it. we were all laughing.He chose an 8-iron. he got ready to hit and for a moment it was 1960. the shot went through the tree , over the trap and landed about 4 feet in front of the hole and rolled into the cup for a two. The place exploded. He ended up shooting a 69 for the round and I have so many memories of that day to last my lifetime.