Masters Sunday

Indeed it was, as four of the top five were in contention, with eight "Green Jackets" between them on a sparkling rain polished day at Augusta National. Built on the grounds of an old nursery, the foliage is stunning and the course as challenging as it is beautiful. I have never seen a finish with the knot of the worlds best players with a chance of winning on the scoreboard like this one, Tiger, Phil, Vijay, Freddy, etal.
The final pairing was the one made for a day at Augusta, to replace, in a way, Jack and Arnie, Phil Micholson and Freddy Couples, two well loved and outstanding players, and they and their caddies are best of friends. Fred is hitting the ball as well as ever in an unreal performance of fairways and greens hit, he out drove Tiger, and hit all eighteen greens for birdie or better, the putter failed him, as did Tiger's , burning the lips all day.
Enter Phil Micholson, a long time favorite of mine, playing the best golf of his career and coming off a runaway victory lastweek. I have watched alot of golf and played abit, but the length and accuracy these guys are getting off the tee is amazing and I am long, often a long way into trouble and this was a clinic. Phil and Fred put on a show, some of the very best of golf was shown in their round today, competing against and rooting for each other at the sametime. They had a blast and Phil donned his second "Green Jacket" with a nearly flawless round. I have never seen as relaxed and happy a final pairing as today, they went into a bubble with each other and it was just a sunday round of golf. This needs to be our anchor team in the pairs matches at the Ryder Cup, my very favorite golf event.
My love for the game came from my late father, it was our connection that reconciled years of discontent, by many walks in the park chasing that little white ball about. Pops was the golf coach where he tought for many years, needless to say I grew up with the game and take much pleasure in a good round or bad. His club course was brutal target golf to undulating greens carved out of the wooded hills of Alabama and a repository of free balls if you looked, lose one find ten, and a handicap that traveled very well.
Time to start polishing my game back up, I got springfever, FORE!