Rotella was right. In a tournament whose pro-am format over the first three days can test the patience of pros worn out at the end of a long season, Duval coolly opened with a 65, and by the time he closed with a 70 on a blustery final day, he had made 27 birdies to finish 18 under par.
On Sunday he survived a three-putt from 12 feet on the 9th hole that dropped him three strokes behind Foreman. He made an impossibly fast 40-footer for birdie at the 11th and three more birdies to take a one-stroke lead to the 72nd, which he bogeyed.
If Duval feared he was reverting to an old pattern, he still had an advantage over Forsman. An amiable 39-year-old who hasn't won since 1992, Forsman admitted that he was extremely nervous. In the playoff he thought about victory when Duval skinned a bunker shot 15 feet past the pin. All Forsman had was a 35-foot chip from the fringe. "I thought, Yeah, the table's set," he said. But when he addressed his ball, "my hands were shaking." Forsman stubbed the shot and then ran his putt six feet by the hole. After Duval made his for the win, Forsman conceded that he was relieved. "The way things were going, I would've missed that one, too," he said.
Forsman's red eyes betrayed how desperately he wanted to win, in particular to erase the memory of the '93 Masters. Only one stroke back on Sunday, Forsman dunked his tee shot on the 12th hole into Rae's Creek and made quadruple-bogey 7. "I want to bury that goddam Masters," he said with uncharacteristic ferocity, "but winning—getting it done—is so difficult. I want to know what makes other guys do it."
Unfortunately, that's still a mystery, even for David Duval, who should know better than anyone.