On the Masters

They say nowhere produces a fairytale like Augusta (although curiously no openly homosexual golder has ever won) and 2011 was no exception. Charl Schwartzel, a man who comes from such a poor background that his parents couldn't even afford his entire Christian name, came from behind up the straight (does that count as a fairytale?) to win by 2 shots and achieve riches beyond his wildest dreams. Perhaps now he will be able to acquire a more appropriate looking wife, along the lines of the delicious Mrs Immelman (remember her?) It was a final day played out with more drama than a 6 dvd pack of Judge John Deed. The late charge by Tiger, the abject collapse by Macillroy, the phlegmatic insouciance of Choi, the abject collapse of Macillroy (so bad it is worthy of two mentions) and the runaway success of John Daly's "Wild Thing" clothing stall situated just outside the main gates in Magnolia Lane. Was it a great Masters? Perhaps. Certainly it kept one on the edge of ones seat. But in the history of a tournament that has produced so many amazing finishes, such a range of emotions, it will fade quickly. Remember Jack in at 86? At 46? Faldo's victory over Norman? Zoeller's chip in the play off? Phil's victory when both wife and mother in law (swing and roundabouts spring to mind) were gravely stricken? Those were great Masters. This was just a great golf tournament. And the big question: is Tiger back? He left the course shortly after completing his round to keep a date with a rather nice girl his caddy met working in Hooters in downtown Atlanta. So yes. He's back. Whether than will affect his golf or not remains to be seen.