There are serious fans and then there are Serious Fans and then there’s these people. SERIOUS FANS. The patrons who choose to attend the final round of the Masters Tournament. All week long, folks have been handing out passes and badges to friends and family and clients and maybe a stranger who saved their life in a restaurant with the Heimlich Maneuver. But not today. These folks are the real pros. Sardined down in the hollow of Amen Corner along with about 8 gazillion others: when Tiger and Phil were in the middle of their Charge of the Right Brigade, the whole crowd stopped dead still as the two teed off on 12. You could hear birds. One guy quit chewing with his mouth full of potato chips. Another guy blew his cigar smoke down the front of his shirt, lest a stray cloud accidentally distract. I retract. This crowd is beyond real pros. They are dead solid perfect.