A MASTERS COMPLAINT

Number 12 at Augusta is the middle of Amen Corner as it's pictured above. Without a doubt, it's the signature holes of every golf course. That is, it's the pinnacle. Even Torrey Pines number 6 on the ocean or Pebble Beach's finishing hole can't compare. Though if one were describing the greatest holes of golf, those two would definitely make the list.

But this entry is not about all the good, all the pageantry, the spectacle, the beauty at The Masters. It's about a complaint.

And it's more about our post modern world. At least one segment. Cigar smokers. Oh my goodness how they can destroy a moment. And they're everywhere. Two years ago at the Phoenix Open or FBR I thought they were terrible. Fast forward and head South and I think 10% of the crowd had stogies lit. Some, absolutely terrible. The stench, the foul odor were overpowering.

Initially I thought I might appeal to women. And no, I witnessed no ladies smoking them. In fact, I can't even remember any cigarettes being inhaled. None. But, I decided I could go to a higher power instead--The officials at The Masters.

They could simply ban cigar smoking, heck all smoking. They could take the lead. And improve the quality of air and life of all spectators. They have that much say. What's more, they could start a movement. No smoking at any PGA or LPGA event. I can see it now. Better yet, I can smell the pine trees lining the fairways at Augusta. You have the power--wield it. Please.