The media can drive you nuts.
Early Monday morning, before daylight, we park inthe new press parking lot at Augusta National Golf Club. We walk past the waiting fans, who can't get inside until 8 a.m., climb onto a golf cart and are driven to the press center.
The woman behind me in the golf cart, who works for a golf TV network, complains incessantly. How dare Augusta National make us use a new entrance and force us to ride a golf cart to our destination. This won't do. We won't have enough time. What are people thinking?
They're thinking that you like to complain. When we get to the press center, grab a free sandwich and you'll be fine.
Before we are admitted into the press center, however, a security guard checks our bags. Imagine. The golf writer in front of me is infuriated.
"Here?" he asks indignantly.
He turns to me since I'm directly behind him and says something like, "This is a terrible place to do this."
I'm supposed to say that I agree with him.
Where do people acquire such a sense of entitlement? Is it the job? I don't think so. I think it simmers, and if it didn't manifest itself here, it would show up some other place.
I wish the golf TV woman and the golf writer would do something else for a living. Work, for example.