The Masters. Azaleas are not in conspicuous elegance at Augusta as they usually are at this time of year. They are actually wilting because of an “early spring.” The flowers have always commemorated a dream expressed by the great Bobby Jones upon his retirement from sports in 1930, and the golf tournament has been his legacy.
But, everything else is as fans would expect. Water flows in quietly bubbling creeks, tiny beaches can be found nestled beside small knolls that rise to fairly flat mesas, and hummingbirds skip from dogwood to dogwood. This sports setting is known as a golf course, a venue designed to calm the nerves and bring enjoyment into one’s life, though few ardent golfers would likely agree with such a description.
Beginning today, men will walk onto the starting “tees,” and attempt to roll a small ball into a hole the size of a coffee mug. But, there’s a catch. That hole, located on a “green,” is about a quarter of a mile away. To many men, this design flaw undermines the proposed purpose of the game. But, in previous years, one of these men — Tiger Woods — used to make the feat seem easy.
That tradition ended two-anda--half years ago when Tiger had an encounter with a fire hydrant and an angry wife. One can recover from bumping into a fire hydrant; an angry wife is quite another story. I know, although I’ve never offended a fire hydrant...