Springtime in Augusta was all it was billed to be-- and it felt more like summer-- hot, hot, hot! U to 90 degrees on Sunday, but the ball went further and there was little wind. It was a treat to return for the first time in 23 years-- I'd seen the first rounds in 1984 and '88. Augusta National is bigger-- more property and buildings erected to help the tournament become better. The crowd loves Tiger Woods more than any other player, believe me.
The name of the game is to be there on Sunday-- the buzz is much different than the previous three days because the tournament is on the line and the shots mean more. To have so many players in contention on Sunday left the massive gallery gasping at every scoreboard change. Many of them wanted Woods but they appreciate all of the players. The Masters has the benefit of having the same people perform the same tasks year after year and they've mastered their craft. I don't know how many people were there-- they do not announce attendance-- but there were thousands and it was jammed on every hole. We were there Friday through Sunday and it was great but I'm tired from walking up and down the hills, ten hours per day, craning to see as many shots as possible. But it was worth it and Tiger put on a great show both Friday and Sunday.