Barry Tompkins: Love and hate in the Peach State

I am of the same belief as the long ago comedian Groucho Marx, who said, “I’d never want to join a club that would have me as a member.”

For that reason I’m very happy that Augusta National either never sent me an invitation to join, or it was tragically lost in the mail. I’m quite sure it was the latter.

Mind you, when it came to a pecking order for membership in one of the world’s most exclusive golf clubs I was on the list somewhere behind Ted Bundy and Charles Manson.

My...