I was at my aunt’s house on Sunday for a small family dinner. My dad and uncle are into golf of course, so the Masters were on the TV most of the afternoon. Tiger was making his charge on Sunday during the front nine, and Augusta was pretty loud. My aunt happened to ask the question if many people are actually rooting for Tiger nowadays. I responded, “Well, Augusta definitely is.”
Why? “Well, they don’t really like women,” I said, implying that the good ole boys of Augusta aren’t really all that sensitive. It’s one place where progress hasn’t been particularly fast. Oh how prophetic that turned out to be.