The chicken biscuit that caught my eye
AUGUSTA, Ga. -- I am something of an expert on fast-food fried chicken, having devoted considerable time and intensity of thought to the subject. I kn…
Jack's caring gesture
AUGUSTA, Ga. -- This is an essay I wrote for our television coverage about a hidden moment in the middle of golf's most famous day. The story is as si…
Shopping gone wild: The wife's rebuttal
There is truth in journalism. I was pissed. But hear me out. I'm actually a pretty cool wife. I don't get upset about boys nights or excessive bourbon…
Pour me a cold one
AUGUSTA, Ga. -- Another day at the Masters is over. The sun is setting and the press room beer is cold. Yes, the press room has beer on tap. Life is…
Behind the broadcast scenes
AUGUSTA, Ga. -- Hidden behind the walls of pine trees and banks of flowers is the guts of the Masters. I'm sitting right now in a small office, the …
An ode to pimento cheese
AUGUSTA, Ga. -- There is a pimento cheese sandwich on the table next to my computer. It's looking at me. I've promised myself I won't eat it until I f…
At the concessions stand
AUGUSTA, Ga. -- The people who run sporting events almost make it impossible to love sports: $7 hot dogs and $9 beers, and 25 bucks to park, maybe mor…
Dan Jenkins in the house
AUGUSTA, Ga. -- Dan Jenkins is in the media room. In honor of my sportswriting idol, I give you the first paragraph of "You Gotta Play Hurt": "Here's…
On fathers and sons
AUGUSTA, Ga. -- I recently did an interview about writing with Chris Jones, who works for Esquire and, in my opinion, is the best magazine writer in t…
Kaymer and Westwood get ready
AUGUSTA, Ga. -- The Mercedes SUV, courtesy car No. 41, slows then stops in front of the clubhouse. It does not pull into the champions parking lot. Ma…