I couldn't possibly cover a major golf event without writing at least a little bit about one Thomas Brent Weekley, better known as Boo.
And since Boo Weekley didn't make the cut this weekend at the Masters, it looks like this is my only chance.
I've been a fan of Boo's since he was cult figure just a few years ago. After being a hero of the US Ryder Cup win in 2008, Weekley has become a rock star. He may have passed Boo Radley as the most popular Boo in pop culutre history.
Whenever he comes by, the crowds yell "Booooo!"
Remember folks, they're not booing, they're saying Boo.
I miss the good old days when he used to just say goofy things and get knocked out by orangutans at county fairs.
It's kind of like discovering a really good band before anyone knows about them. Then they get big and they're no longer your little secret.
Anyway, Boo has plenty of fans.
And depending on your perspective, they're either really easy to spot or impossible to spot.
Like Boo, they all wear camouflage baseball caps.
On Friday, I saw a big group of people wearing hunter orange/camoflauge hats following Boo around.
I started up a conversation with one of them and the group turned out to be close friends and family of Weekley's.
"There's his wife and brother-in-law," he said, pointing to people standing a few feet away.
I was tempted to ask for an interview, but Boo had just bogeyed No. 11 and missed the green with his tee shot on the par 3 12th. I decided the timing wasn't right.
Another man in the camouflage hat crew turned to the men I was talking to.
"The old hillbilly had better put the pedal to the metal," he said.
Weekley never did, missing the cut in his second Masters start.
The award for worst shot of the day and best shot of the day that I saw went to Justin Rose.
Rose hit his approach left on No. 3 and it rolled way down a hill into the pine needles, leaving him 70 yards to the left of the green surrounded by trees.
"I played this shot in the practice round," he joked with the crowd as he surveyed the situation.
Rose lobbed his shot up the hill through a six-foot gap between trees and past a big hump in front of the green, stopping it within 10 feet. Too bad he missed the par putt.
I spent much of Friday's round following around Greg Norman.
Norman is golf's biggest anit-hero.
He's won two major championships, but his losses in big tournaments are much more memorable than his wins. He's finished second in majors seven times, often in heartbreaking fashion.
If you polled the patrons at Augusta, I guarantee Norman would be among their top 5 favorite players.
I think average people can sympathize with trying hard and wanting something so bad, but falling short.
Part of the reason I decided to follow Norman was to do a little star gazing.
Norman is married to former tennis great Chris Evert. I have to admit growing up playing a lot of tennis in the late 80s, I had was among the thousands of teenagers that had little crush on Evert.
Apparently Norman stays in shape by battling Evert on the tennis court.
Through the first four holes, there was no Evert sighting.
But as I was walking down the No. 5 fairway I turned to my right and who was walking just a few yards beside me? Chris Evert.
I was tempted to ask her if she lets Norman win any games against her when they meet on the tennis court. I was even more tempted to challenge her and Norman to a mixed doubles match between myself and Maria Sharapova.
Instead I just nodded and smiled and kept on walking.
Norman was still 1 under after making birdie on No. 12, but over the final six holes he was 4 over and missed the cut.
I followed Norman to No. 16, a par 3 over water, and stood watching right beside the tee box. The marshall at the tee box was collecting the divots and setting them over on a garbage can.
"If you take that home and water it for 300 years, you'll have a golf course just like this," I said to the patrons standing next to me.
One youngster had collected two of them, including one he claimed was from Gary Player, who was playing in his final and record-breaking 52nd Masters.
I tried to talk him into nursing it into a spectacular golf course, but he said he was going to take it home and frame it.
Not a bad souvenir.
I didn't have the heart to tell him he might need to invest in a can of green spray paint.
(Chris Bieri is a sportswriter for the Minot Daily News. He can be reached via email at firstname.lastname@example.org)