Along the journey to Amen Corner, a foursome of women come upon a group of gentlemen who are searching the pine needles on an egg hunt for a lost Titleist.
The women have been patient. For several holes, they've watched the men lurch out of their cardigans, hitting shots that soar with the hook of a walking cane. Finally, the ladies venture into the delicate area of golf etiquette, politely asking, "Mind if we play through, fellas?"
It's Time for Augusta to Change