Nobody has ever been able to match what he could do with a golf ball. Day after day, Norman hit hundreds of 250-yard drives, one after the next, and absolutely every single one of them would fly dead straight. He was compared to Iron Byron, the driving machine that was engineered to put zero spin on a ball. Norman’s consecutive tee shots would land on top of each other. He could fill a green with dozens and dozens of identical five iron shots. A hundred long irons in a row would all land within a couple of yards of the flag. He could hit any target he could see, time after time after time. It really was the damndest thing, how accurate Norman was with a golf club. People would laugh, admiringly, when they saw his shots, but Norman seldom picked up on the admiration. He had been laughed at the other way too many times, and it’s possible that he couldn’t hear the difference.

It is a fact that everything about Moe Norman was unusual. His swing, his clothing, his behaviour, his voice, his life choices, his signature (M-O-E, all caps) there was nothing typical about any of it. Many knowledgeable people believe that Norman lived within the autism spectrum. We can’t know for sure, because yet another unusual thing about Norman was that he never went to doctors. Not once, until he was 68 years old. They told him firmly to change his unusual eating habits: gallons of Coca-Cola, and fried snack bar stuff.