In a week of returns to golf the biggest noise was not made by Tiger's return to the PGA and the Masters, but by Amy Mickelson. Battling cancer she made her first trip to follow her husband Phil at Augusta. Phil was at his best dialing in those kamikaze type shots that make us love him and curse him at the same time. Despite an errant drive on the last Par 5, that put him squarely behind two trees, Phil did what Phil does. He went for the green in two hitting a perfect iron that had just enough to carry the creek bed onto the green. Phil went on to sink the pin high putt for eagle giving him a three-stroke lead, which proved to be insurmountable.
After he birdied the 18th to add an exclamation mark on his tournament championship he embraced his wife and kids as tears rolled down his cheeks. Maybe, just maybe it is possible to be the best golfer and a great husband and father. At least this week it appears so!
In other news, Scott McCrying plots to steal one of Phil’s three green jackets and appeals the PGA to have an asterisk next to Phil's name for use of performanced enhanced wedges (Sorry I just can't let this one go).
This post is dedicated to the biggest fan of Lefty I know, Grandma Hoppy.
I hope you enjoyed every minute of it!
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