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In
110-degree heat, surrounded by a rocky moonscape in the California desert,
the contrast between them never looked so stark.
Not only are their ages of 62 and 26 numerical flips,
but a 6-iron for one was a 9-iron for the other.
They
were thick and thin,
light and dark,
old and young,
open and closed,
heartland and Pacific Rim,
Teutonic and Cablinasian,
laboring and lithe.
But
in the still, silent moments on each tee,
the differences fell away.
As
one addressed the ball,
the other turned his legendary focus to every movement and mannerism,
hungry to better understand
what was special in themselves.
~Jamie
Diaz~
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