On that final afternoon of the 86 Masters Tournament, Jack Nicklaus' deeds were so unexpectedly heroic, dramatic and historic, the taking of his sixth green jacket would certainly rank as the biggest golf story since Bobby Jones' Grand Slam of 1930. What could be said? That it was a win for the ages?  This was surely Jack's finest hour, this 20th major!   As much as was said back in 1980,  when he won the U.S. Open and PGA. Here he comes again, six years later, now a creaking 46, hopelessly trailing a group of younger stars, most of them glamorous foreigners like Seve Ballesteros, Greg Norman, Bernhard Langer, Tommy Nakajima, Nick Price and Sandy Lyle and what does he do. He catches fire over the last 10 holes of the tournament, shoot a seven-under 65 (with two bogeys), knock all of the invaders into a killer funk and wins a sixth Masters by filling Augusta National's pine-shadowed corridors with roars that haven’t been heard of since that fateful day in April of 1986.