Sack the court jesters and spare us the album of artsy, out-of-focus azalea shots every year. Pour the savings into a director and camera men who know how to show the ball rolling to a stop – not in an empty sea of green, but in relation to the flag stick. The show would then resolve itself in the greatest players punching and counter-punching on a great golf course. What a concept! We witnessed the Bubbafication of Augusta National Golf Club (and of golf?). For a subplot, we had the cocky kid gunslinger from Texas. If you can’t tell that story without tripping over your laces, you might consider selling shoes for a living.

Ed Fowler

Durango