A Tournament unlike any other

Let's take a day off from politics and gardening and talk about my other passion, namely golf.   This being the interlude between the Wisconsin and New York primaries and with last night's snow a forced halt to any gardening, the Master's Golf Tournament will occupy most of my leisure hours between now and Sunday.  Despite the somewhat racist and misogynistic policies of the Augusta National Golf Club, the golf tournament started in the time of Bobby Jones has managed to capture the imagination of golfers and even casual acquaintances of the game.  For 4 days in April, the attention of many is focused on the pristine grounds of a former indigo plantation now devoted to golf.  Most of us will never enter the grounds, where a ticket to see all 4 rounds will probably cost more than a Super Bowl ticket, but thanks to television we will have the best seats in the house.  The winner of the tournament will have to figure out the crazy breaks and pin positions on ultra slick greens.  Being out of position by a few feet can turn a birdie opportunity into a double bogey.  For most of us weekend duffers it is a chance to see the game's greatest players humbled by a three footer for par.  I don't pretend there is any great social significance to the Masters, but I will live the golf life vicariously for the next few days and toast the winner of the 2016 edition of the green jacket.