I have not written yet about the Masters ending last Sunday. I really did not have any words. It was emotional; it was wonderful; it was exciting. It was like watching a fairy tale. Phil Mickelson, everybody’s good guy, one of the most polite, fine, gentlemen on the tour, won that victory with his usual style and class. What a hero!
I wept as he wept.
Our house was silent for the first time all afternoon — as we joined with him hugging his beautiful wife weeping tears of joy. His precious wife Amy was there in his arms. And the tears rolled. I think viewers all over the world must have wept with him. All of us who follow golf know that Phil’s wife and mother are battling breast cancer. And he has been the most devoted husband and son to his two favorite women on earth.
Rick Reilly called it a victory for women everywhere. I think he said it better than anyone else! I invite you to read Rick Reilly’s article about Phil, Amy, and Sunday afternoon at the Masters. If you don’t read another sports article this year, read this one — especially if you know someone with breast cancer. Rick Reilly’s words say it all for me. They really do!