Green. The word derives from the old English word “grene” which means to grow, hence its connection to fertility. It generally designates color on the visible light spectrum situated between 492 nm (the edge of blue) all the way through and up to 577 nm (yellow’s backside) on the wavelength scale. Green means go. Green power. It is variously used to describe the fecund, the envious, the unripe, the sick, the inexperienced and nature itself. Green is the new cool. But if you have vertiphobia, the fear of green, (I just made that up) Augusta National is definitely not the place for you. This is where green calls home. The Emerald Isle of Sport. The Queen of Green. Green is in the house. Everything about The Masters has been designed to complement or show off the verdant hue. The tickets. The ropes. The souvenir cups. The garbage bags. The beer cups. The Spectator Guides. Even the sandwiches are wrapped in green waxed paper. The siding and brick and fences and canopies and gutters. All green. And if you try, you can find every color green in the grass and trees and foliage on the course: sage green and lime and spinach and pea and pine and moss and jade and olive and sea foam and peuce and greens that haven’t even been named yet. And tomorrow at sundown, on Easter Sunday, the holiday celebrating the miracle of rebirth, one man alone will have vanquished all the greenhorns and those a little green around the gills and will walk off the 18th green to be helped into his Green Jacket. And the rest of the field will be green with envy. So I bought myself a red Masters 09 hat. Cuz that’s how I roll.