AUGUSTA, Ga. -- While it's neat watching Tiger and Phil throw birdies and eagles back and forth, I'm having trouble concentrating. See, my media lottery ticket -- No. 48 -- was pulled from a Tupperware container this morning. On Monday, at 11:20 a.m., I'm playing Augusta National.
"You're a member for a day," the media official explained as I stared at him with my mouth wide open. Valet parking. Continental breakfast. Use of the Champions locker room. A warm up on the range.
This will be my second go around at Bobby Jones and Clifford Roberts's place. I played in 2002 as a media lottery winner (once you win, you have to wait seven years to enter again) and I proceeded to shoot a 112 with pars on 5, 12 and 16. I won't bore with you the bogeys, doubles and others, but there were several.
I'm a better player now, in my own mind anyway. The way Tiger and Phil are going today, it looks like there are eagles and birdies to be had. I'll be ready. I hope the National is ready for me.