Players fell away from Trevor Immelman during today’s last round of the 72nd Masters like hot butter off a Teflon frying pan.

Meanwhile, the inimitable South African stroked steady and sure from tee to green with barely an error, and the mistakes he did make only hurt his heart-rate and didn’t threaten his position at the top of the leaderboard. He finished with a +3 75 for the day and a -8 for the treasured green jacket.  He’s the first South African to win this title in 30 years, since his hero and longtime mentor, Gary Player.

At the start of the blustery day, it seemed as though a half-dozen or more players had a realistic chance to mount a charge. But this is the Masters we’re talking about, where the chokeberry is in season, where the greens are ice, and where the fairways are littered with magnolia blossoms and lost nerves.

Early on, Brandt Snedeker nailed an eagle and found himself tied for the lead, until, one by one, the shots slipped away and he found himself at the end of the day sobbing during his post-round press conference with a -4 and a tie for third-place in his hands. He played a great tournament and was a joy to watch.

Everyone seemed to have a yo-yo round that experienced mostly the second yo. Cink’s score rose then sank, then sank some more, then finally got in sync at the end with the score he started the day with, -4 and a tie with Brandt.

Both Phil Mickelson and Padraig Harrington had a similar day, ending where they began, at -2 and tied for fifth place. Joining them at -2 was 40-year-old Steve Flesch, who got burned on Amen Corner, dropping six shots today.

Tiger Woods, the player who everyone was betting on to win, the #1 player in the world, came in second at -5. Tiger Woods struggled, sprayed putts, and generally had the appearance of, well, an average tour player. But he scrambled, saved pars, birdied, bogeyed, and shot his way to an even-par round, which he ended, of course, with a birdie. They’ll be no Grand Slam this year…at least not for Mr. Woods.

Everyone in the field struggled with the howling winds, the slick and drying greens, and the pressure of the swirling ghosts of Masters past. Everyone, that is, except Teflon Trevor, who was really cooking today. Congratulations!