I know you think you get it. But I’m pretty sure you still don’t get it. Let’s review. Augusta, Georgia. A pretty little town of 192,000 people on the Savannah River. 134 miles from the capitol city of Atlanta. Known as the Garden City of the South. And it hosts The Masters Tournament, one of the premier sporting events in the world. IN THE WORLD. Every year. Each and every year the best athletes in the sport from all over the planet show up here to compete. Less an invitational than a command performance. People don’t ask “when is he going to win a PGA Championship?” Its always, “does he have what it takes to wear a green jacket?” And it’s not simply the best golfers of the world who show up in Augusta, Georgia (Every year.) It’s the major players in the golf industry and the entertainment industry and corporate industry (lying low this time around) who find themselves on the Georgia-South Carolina border every year for a week in April. Like holding the Oscars in Des Moines. Transplanting Wimbledon to Knoxville. Or planting Major League Baseball’s World Series in Spokane, Washington. All seven games. Every year. If the World Series actually included teams from the rest of the world. Which it doesn’t. Did I mention that the world’s premier golf tournament is held in Augusta? Georgia? Every year? Because I meant to.