It’s Masters week. The fact that I’m writing those words in the second week in November shows just what an unmitigated cluster 2020 has been.
Be that as it may, I’m not going to let the calendar or the dire national circumstances in which we find ourselves detract from what is possibly my favorite event on the sports calendar. No other sport treasures its traditions quite like golf does, but The Masters is, as Jim Nantz is quick to remind us, a Tradition Unlike Any Other, warranting a little extra reverence.
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