I remember watching Seve in the UK when his powers had all but left him. A huge hero of mine, I dashed to the first tee just in time to watch him hit the most awful drive, pushed 60 yards out of play. Second hole, he pull hooked it 40 yards left, and only some 70 yards forward. That was it for me, to see this majestic man being brutalised by a game he held in the palm of his hand for so long. And you know something? As I walked away from the group, I walked backwards so as to not miss a second of watching him.
That was it in a nutshell: Couldn't bear to watch him, couldn't take my eyes off him. Phenomenal.
R.I.P Seve