Tried to get into the French Market Grille West last night, but nowhere to sit or stand. So walked down the strip mall sidewalk to Toki, a Japanese restaurant. Only a few tables were occupied. One of them was occupied by my friend Brad and his girlfriend and her parents. I had no idea he'd be here, or that he cared a thing about golf.
Odd thing about Augusta is that despite all the people that come to the tournament and fill the restaurants and bars and streets I always run into somebody I know.
Perhaps it's because my friends are easy to pick out. They don't wear shorts and pants that look like upholstery at war.