Augusta, VE. – Sometimes, a good little irony is simply too perfect to ignore.
Rory Mcilroy, while preparing his leg to play in his 17th race masters, the main championship that most desperately has a turn desperately to win and the one that is so cruelly evasive to date, is reading a novel this week.
“I really got some fiction in my life,” he said. “It’s a book by John Grisham.”
Which?
