Random Thoughts on Watching The Masters
Every year, TBG tells me the same thing: " I love watching the Masters. I've been watching it since I was 10 years old, sitting on the couch with Dad. I fell in love with Arnie just when the rest of America did. It's just so beautiful, so manicured, so pristine." I like watching him watch it, a peaceful smile on his face. He's communing with his decades-gone father, calling out to me when the camera pans the flora, and, this year, hooting and hollering when a player makes a hole in one. ***** I always thought that those shots were rare. Today, there have been three of them. It must be wonderful to have your shot-of-a-lifetime recorded forever on television. The question is, does the player have to buy a drink for everyone who saw it? ***** The weather is beautiful in Augusta, but here in Tucson it's been raining on and off all day. I pulled on my flannel shirt to go to the grocery store; 75 degrees demands it. I'm not complaining, mind yo...