Rosaforte Proves He's Man Of The People By Remembering Clubhouse Waiter's Name

If only Darwin had covered Augusta, we might have already reveled in the type of poetry only Tim Rosaforte can deliver:

I flew in direct from Palm Beach, arriving in time for breakfast in the Trophy Room. It gave me a chance to look out onto the veranda and watch the patrons take their positions and await the practice rounds. James was my waiter and the bacon as crisp as it was last year.