I can still remember the euphoria I felt a year ago when, for the first time in a dozen years, I did not receive the message from Augusta National Golf Club that I received earlier this week.
I’ll keep tilting at this windmill until I’m unable to do so.
In the meantime, I’m even more convinced a certain someone had her hand in last year’s selection process to allow me and my dad to make it onto the course this past April.
