Walk into the press center at Augusta National and before you get a credential you get a warning: no cell phones on the golf course.
I wanted to drop to my knees and say thanks.
I wish more institutions banned cell phones. In restaurants, I'd restrict cell phone conversations to the lobby. There's always some loud guy two tables down talking in his outside voice, probably to a girlfriend with an 800 number.
At the Dowd YMCA, I'd limit cell phones to the lobby and hallways. I worked out next to a woman who talked on her cell phone for 45 minutes while she used an elliptical machine. She would have burned more calories shopping for double fudge cookies at Harris-Teeter. If you have enough energy to talk for 45 minutes, you aren't trying, and if you aren't trying, you ought to stay home.
I even heard a woman on a cell phone at a book store. I guess, for some people, cell phone conversations prove that you're alive.
Augusta National will confiscate cell phones if they detect one on the golf course and kick you out.
For this, I really should drop to my knees.