On Saturday, as I watched Phil Mickelson begin the charge that eventually won his third Masters title, my wife and I started a discussion about Augusta National. She wanted to know about its history, about Bobby Jones, Magnolia Lane, Rae's Creek and the azaleas that seem custom made for HD television. You know, "a tradition like no other" and all that.
As the golf went off the air, we flipped to the NASCAR Sprint Cup race from Phoenix, which made her next question seem pretty natural.