You imagined Augusta National's golf gods convening in the shadows beneath the heaven-touching pines at Amen Corner.
You could hear Bobby Jones clearing his throat and Georgia-drawling, "Gentlemen, I think the young man has suffered enough. Let's give him a break."
You could hear Ben Hogan sighing and saying, "No, Bobby, I don't trust that new swing of his. Make him earn it."
And you could hear Clifford Roberts, who ran The Masters for years, breaking the ...Read full story