I’m in Georgia at Ft. Benning. The temperature is in the 20′s and the wind is howling. I’m sleeping in a closet with four other guys and all around me are M-16′s and 9MM pistols. Naturally, my thoughts turn toward the coming of April, Augusta, and The Masters. Tough conditions always bring out the best. The question is: Can Tiger Woods bring home another Green Jacket? Oh, how I wish, rather than being in the flour fine sand of Iraq, I was going to be on the greens of Augusta, Masters Tickets in hand, for what I think is going to be a milestone in Tigers career.
The Masters
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