This is what happens when your family wants dinner! I decide to concede The Masters to Kenny Perry so I could go cook spaghetti, and all hell breaks loose.
Sigh…
If there’s any consolation for being wrong most of the time, as I am when it comes to this tournament, it seems, is that on the bigger prediction of who would eventually win, I was actually right.
Of course, so was my irascible yet esteemed colleague Ron Mon.
Congrats, Angel! You are a two-time major winner.
(Just be sure to check your scorecard before signing it!)