Father knows best
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- April
- 13
Today my father turns 73, an age that looks a lot older in print than it does on him. He still plays multiple sets of tennis several times a week, and this morning he went on a five-mile walk.
If I was not in Augusta covering the Masters, I would be at my parent’s place watching the tournament from start to finish and listening to my dad complain about Jim Nantz (he’s not a big fan). That was a topic of conversation when I called to wish him happy birthday this morning, and so was his distaste for that mind-numbing Masters song.
As for the tournament itself, my father, amateur expert, says Trevor Immelman hangs on to win. I’m not so sure. What the 28-year-old South African did yesterday (here’s my story in today’s paper) was remarkable, but for that reason alone, I have questions about him doing it again.
Playing with the lead on Saturday at the Masters is difficult. But doing it on Sunday, when you can almost feel the green jacket draped on your shoulders, is that much tougher.
I’ll certainly be impressed if Immelman pulls it off, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised if my father turns out to be right. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.











