from Mark Kiszla of the Denver Post,
On a sun-kissed summer morning in 2005, when golf bowed to the greatness of Tiger Woods and Jack Nicklaus played the final rounds of his storied career at a major tournament on the fabled Old Course of St. Andrews, I stood near the No. 4 tee box, watching the top ball-strikers on the planet try to take exploit a healthy wind out of the south and drive the green, 370 yards away.
“I’ve been waiting to do this for years,” declared the voice of a man who ambushed me without shame from behind, wrapping my chest in a big bear hug, expelling the air from my lungs.