the putt, but that didn't matter. He lingered behind the 18th green, then
walked up the hill to the big oak tree to meet the press. "It's been
special," he said, "the experience of a lifetime." Yes, he wished
he had made the cut. No, he and his family weren't leaving Augusta until the
tournament was over; he'd spend another night or two in the Crow's Nest. He
glanced toward his waiting entourage and smiled. "Right now," he said,
"we're going back to the house to eat some pasta."