Masters Week, the gift of a true hero

Were I King of the World, I would ban rugby and declare Golf the official sport of Earth.

Like all Utopian efforts, it would backfire, but it's a fond thought, no?

So, short of that, let every family teach their children of America's true hero of sport and life: Bobby Jones.

He achieved at the highest levels, always as an amateur, retired from competition, and devoted his remaining forty-one years(many of them in the throes of illness) to improving the world and every life around him. Amongst his contributions are the development of Augusta National, and founding the Masters.

Modesty, loyalty, and industry characterized his life, and we owe him our thanks for allowing those magical Sunday afternoons every April, when the world stops and holds its breath for the final nine holes, awaiting that crucial birdie putt as the sun begins to drop behind the trees.

As we find our way back to sanity, let's fire Denis Rodman and LeBron James, and reinstate Bobby Jones and his ilk to the true hero status they deserve, and we need.

(And, further, were I King, I'd require a return to persimmon!)