Steve Hummer: A beautiful day at the Masters to buy a gnome
Published in Golf
Not the highest form of art. But maybe it’s good for scaring off the chipmunks from the flowers for a day or two.
I snagged one with the wild-eyed zeal of a frat boy going for the last of the Jagerbombs.
Gnome sweet gnome.
But, honestly, the best part of the experience was the walk back to the media center after the purchase. The looks of admiration and envy on the faces of the fans just walking onto the grounds let me know I possessed a precious treasure. There was a little more pride in my strut this morning.
“Oh, you got here early, didn’t you,” someone muttered.
“You bet I did,” I muttered back.
And the appreciation didn’t stop at the door of the media center.
“You got a gnome, good for you!” said a peer at the stairway.
“Can I take a picture of your gnome, please?” another Irish journalist asked.
“Kind of a personal question, isn’t it? But sure,” I told him.
I wanted to announce to the world that I had great gnome game.
(OK, confession time here. I was buying the gnome for someone else. I would get a restraining order if I had to in order to keep one of these things 500 feet from my house. But it was a rush to have something that so many people wanted, if just for a while.)
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