The grounds at Augusta National Golf Club Saturday are slippery. Fans forget and sometimes they pay, losing their footing in the hilly mud and the mire. Saw a woman fall, get up and continue her walk, oblivious to the muck that encased the left side of her pants and shirt. What else can you do?
A man wearing white pants and a shirt that is almost white slides, tries to catch himself and falls. The guy walking behind him, a stranger to the first guy, laughs uproariously. The Masters promotes sportsmanship but not everybody gets it. The guy that laughs so hard? He falls and plops into the muck. Everybody laughs.
Life is good.
I had my first celebrity sighting late Friday afternoon – Venus Williams. She’s leaner than I expected and not as tall. And, no, I didn’t mix her up with Serena.
You might ask how many people it takes to change the numbers on a scoreboard. At the scoreboard on No. 10, it takes six. At least, there are six guys on the platform behind the numbers they manually change. Some might just be hanging out, though.
I joined Tiger’s galleries Saturday. You want diversity? On the first four holes I saw at least 10 Masters caps, four Georgia caps and two Virginia caps. I also saw caps that represented the Boston Red Sox, New York Yankees, Detroit Pistons, Dallas Cowboys, Green Bay Packers, the U.S. Open, every major golf manufacturer, Key West, Illinois, Florida, California and Illinois and Texas.
Edwin Pope, the legendary Miami Herald sports columnist, celebrated his 80th birthday Friday. Somebody asked him how he celebrated.
"Tried to stand upright," Pope said.
I hope I’m that funny when I’m 80. I wish I were that funny now.