One of the many joys attached to attending the Masters is watching the local television coverage. The biggest joy of all is the now established tradition that, starting on Monday at 6.30am, some poor sod masquerading as a traffic reporter has to set up a pitch at the side of the four-lane highway that runs menacingly in front of the Augusta National Golf Club.
Watching on television along with tens of millions of others as Phil Mickelson finally removed a major monkey from his back at Augusta was David Duval. Watching and thinking … what, exactly? Perhaps, ”That could have been me.” Maybe, ”That should have been me.” Or, ”One day that will be me.”