Even from heavy rough, there’s no stopping him. The man’s a lens-shattering machine.
Beware Muirfield photographers.
Forget Tiger Woods. Forget Rory McIlroy. This is the story of Masters week.
Seattle resident Russ Berkman pawed (pun very much intended) through a puddle of his dog’s vomit to retrieve the remnants of four Masters tickets after the pet, a Swiss mountain dog named Sierra, consumed them in a moment of – I’m guessing – jealous rage.