Ten years ago, Billy Casper stalked his putt on the last green at Augusta National, a tricky five footer for double bogey, and the putt meant nothing while meaning everything. In the gallery was Shirley, his wife of more than a half century. In the gallery were 17 other Casper family members — some of his 11 children, some of his many grandchildren (when he died Saturday at age 83, there would be 71 grandchildren), some of his friends. They were there to see Billy Casper’s last Masters.
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