My wife Margo has taken to calling Augusta National "the happiest place on earth," which is strange because Margo neither plays golf nor particularly likes it. One of the quickest ways in my house to get a few minutes of peace is to tell Margo and our two daughters, "Yep, I think I'm going to go upstairs and watch some golf." Nobody will bother me for fear of accidentally seeing a few seconds of golf on television and promptly dying of boredom. Even the dog leaves me alone.