But not even the Tiger nonsense would keep me away from Augusta and the Masters. Along with millions I watched Sunday's drama with great love and respect for the game of golf, the beauty of Augusta and the remarkable human spirit. A friend wrote me this morning and pondered if perhaps Phil Mickelson's victory dedicated to his family and their sufferings wasn't the perfect antidote to the Tiger dilemma. Phil's no angel, nor am I, but yesterday he seemed to be riding on wings much higher than ever before. The embrace with his wife at 18 was a picture to long remember. Reality and joy, suffering and victory, blended in a single tear.