I finally heard a "You the Man!"
Phil Mickelson was walking from the putting green to the first tee Sunday morning and a fan saw him and the fan began to roil up inside. Stuff was going on in there. That’s how excited he was. The fan’s face turned red and he began to shake. I stepped back so that if he exploded I wouldn’t get anything on me.
Instead, he yelled, "Phil! You the man! You the man, Phil!"
The yell was as incongruous at Augusta National Golf Club as Trevor Immelman was atop the leader board.
Drugs are bad. So are outdated clichés.
-- Nineteen of the 45 golfers competing in the Masters on Sunday were from the U.S. and 26 were from outside the U.S.
-- Sunday’s celebrity encounter: Barry Switzer. The former Oklahoma and Dallas Cowboys coach wore jeans as he worked his way around the putting green. Nobody bothered him.
-- A fan at No. 8 leaned against the ropes and yelled at Tiger Woods.
"You’re my boy, Red!" the man yelled, probably because Woods wore a reddish shirt.
When Tiger hit his tee shot, the man yelled, "That’s a stinger!"
As Tiger approached, the man leaned against the rope that separates fans from golfers and yelled, "You’re my boy, Red!"
As the fan, a bald guy, loudly yelled, a security man worked his way to him.
"Excuse me," the security man said to each of the fans he had to move past.
Finally he reached the bald guy and talked softly to him.
Not sure what he said, but the shouting stopped.
"Top notch," the loud bald guy said to the security guard.
-- It’s Sunday, 6:14 p.m. Call me when the drama begins.