Arnie and Freddie: Fooling with Father Time at the Masters

Still the King: Arnold Palmer today

This afternoon, as I happily watched 53-year-old Fred Couples mess with Father Time during his improbable run to the top of the leader board at the 2013 Masters Golf Tournament, I was reminded of that poignant Sunday nine years ago this weekend when the legendary Arnold Palmer played his final round at Augusta National.

Watching Arnie walk the 18th fairway at Augusta, his favorite golf course, that day back in 2004, I suddenly realized why this man is arguably the nation’s most beloved athlete so far past his own athletic prime: Arnie is the definitive American father figure.

Larger than life, but with a blue-collar ethic that has always made him a favorite of the man on the street, Palmer, who is both icon and everyman, possesses the attributes every kid wishes for in a father. Charismatic, eternally youthful, and still competitive at age 83, Palmer has the rare gift of true kindness. He’s remained humble and approachable even though he’s attained great wealth and living-legend status. To his credit and my amazement, Arnie has never adopted a hint of the elitism sometimes associated with his sport and with great fame.

Amid the familiar roar of his adoring seven-deep “army” of fans, Arnie's final official round at Augusta nearly a decade ago was one of those transcendent sports moments that combine history and pathos. Broadcast live on the USA Network by the CBS broadcasting crew, which to its credit knew enough to say little, and shown later that evening on every sportscast in the country, Palmer's last Masters, which rightly eclipsed any news of the actual tourny contenders that day and even to some degree Phil Mickelson's eventual epic victory that year, must have generated a variety of emotions in viewers of all ages.

Freddie Couples

Just like Couples' run today, Arnie's final round back in 2004 wasn’t just about golf. It was about the bittersweet and inevitable passage of time. And for me, it was also about fatherhood. I’m sure I wasn’t alone in associating Arnie's final Masters with my own life, and my own father. It was both compelling and painful to watch Arnie accept his fate and take his characteristically classy final bow at the tournament he’s loved so much and to which he’s given so much the past 50 years.

I felt a surge of emotion as he tapped in his final putt that afternoon, not only because he represents a decency and civility that is fast approaching extinction in our popular culture, but because Palmer was my father’s hero, and my father was mine. 

As Arnie slowly walked off the 18th green, I hoped the moment wouldn’t end, just as you wish your father could live forever. “It’s not fun to know that it’s over,” Palmer said in an emotional interview with CBS just after his final round. “But it’s been a great week, and I’m happy. The fans have been, well, goodness, they have been so supportive.” After a pause, he added tearfully but with a resolved smile, “This is difficult for me. I’m a sentimental slob.”

MADE FOR TELEVISION

Arnold Palmer was one of the first true stars of televised sports. With his perpetual tan, windswept charm, likability, and remarkable shot-making prowess, he popularized golf the way no other athlete ever popularized a sport, before or since. 

Now known simply as The King, Arnie, who was dubbed by GQ one of the "25 Coolest Athletes of All Time," won the Masters four times, the British Open twice, the U.S. Open once, and 92 championships in all. But his on-course record only begins to describe what he’s done for golf.

The most popular player in the game’s history, Palmer was as important a figure in 20th century sports as Muhammad Ali, Michael Jordan, Wayne Gretzky, Mickey Mantle or Johnny Unitas. But he’s never acted like an icon. Somehow, amid the idolatry these last six decades, he’s maintained a good nature. He still never passes an autograph seeker without signing the autograph and engaging in a conversation and making actual eye contact with his fans.

“He was a legend who walked among us,” Gary Player, another golf legend, once said of Palmer. "He gave of himself. If you give to the fans, they give back. A lot of athletes are aloof. But Arnold was always aware of the man in the street."

Defying age if only for fleeting moments, Palmer exhibited a little of the old magic in his final round at the Masters in 2004. On the infamous par three 12th hole, he knocked his tee shot within seven feet of the pin. The gallery loved it, I loved it, and Arnie, as fierce a competitor as there ever was in any sport, undoubtedly got as much enjoyment out of it, if not more, than from any of the many ovations he received.

Palmer has never lost that will to win. Even now, Arnie, who in 2012 was named an "honorary starter" at Augusta along with his close friends and rivals Jack Nicklaus and Gary Player, still feels in his eternally youthful heart that he can win a tournament, any tournament. Each time he steps up to the tee box he still thinks he can hit a better shot than you. But he knows his body no longer does what his brain still begs it to do. And who can’t relate to that?

Palmer, whose Augusta Swan Song was one of those bittersweet, treasured TV moments that make you reflect on your own life, is a father figure for us all. But for me, he’s even more. My dad, too, was charismatic and kind and lived his life with great passion and dignity, and though he loved a lot of things including his family, music, sports and broadcasting, his greatest lifelong passion, like Arnie's, was golf.

A television personality himself for 50 years as well as a longtime newspaper golf columnist, my dad was a voracious and good golfer (a 3 handicap) who had the great pleasure of meeting Palmer on several occasions. Arnie never disappointed my father, who sadly died in 2002, just days after playing 18 holes. At his service, along with lots of pictures of family and friends, sat one large black and white photograph of my dad and Arnie on the golf course together, smiling.

When asked what his own late father would say about his remarkable 50-year run at Augusta, Palmer, who has two daughters and many grandchildren and whose caddie during his final Master’s appearance was his 16-year-old grandson, answered softly, “I guess he’d say the same thing he said the first time I won the Masters: 'You did good, boy.'” 

Precisely what every boy wants to hear from his dad, these words are a reminder that every man who is a father, even the heroes among us, is also someone’s son. Long live The King.