When you talk about watching last year's Andersen Consulting deal on TV, you suddenly remember how angry you were at CBS during the final round of this year's Masters. "On Sunday at Augusta, it was the Faldo-and-Norman show. They didn't show anybody else." You tied for fifth this year, proof that you can hold your own at the Masters, and you think it would have been nice if the TV audience had seen that the '89 debacle didn't destroy you.
So you're Scott Hoch, as in choke, and you're looking forward to the Final Four in Arizona. Hisayuki Sasaki has won in Japan. You expect somebody like Lane or Colin Montgomerie to win the European region. And wouldn't it be something if Norman, whose collapse on the final day of this year's Masters almost puts a positive spin on your flop, won the International region? You didn't see Norman's shocking meltdown because you were on the course, playing some high-quality golf that CBS all but ignored. But you regularly checked the scoreboards, and you got this sinking feeling as Greg frittered away a stroke or so on every hole. That night you and your wife, Sally, agreed that it would be fitting to send Norman a note. You don't reveal the message, except to say that "Been there, done that" is in it somewhere. On the Monday after the Masters, you hear that Norman is getting a ton of sympathetic faxes and notes and calls. One of them will be yours, and it's heartfelt. "I felt terrible, awful, for him," you say. "Sally and I know how he felt."
But you also have a question. When you screwed up, why didn't you get the same kind of sympathy? Why did you get contempt instead of compassion? "They were pretty tough on me, but kind of easy on him," you say. "He deserved the response he received. But all I did was miss a 2½-foot putt, while he had difficulty all day. I'm just not sure I understand that."
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