At the Masters

And so the light at the end of our wearisome, sodden, winter tunnel turns bigger, brighter and ever so slightly green. Augusta Green. It’s almost Masters time again and we’re all still here to see it. Huzzah. Double huzzah. Let the good times begin again. This will be the 89th Masters Tournament and few have been more welcome than this one in these challenging times. By the way, this is also the 47th time I’ve previewed The Masters for papers, magazines, TV or radio stations. Do I occasionally u...