This is the closest we’ll ever get to posting a live blog feed. Becca and I just dropped the boys off at Gate 6, though they would rather have entered directly through Magnolia Lane at Gate 3. That, as much as we can beg for it, will never happen.
It’s now girl breakfast time with Panini pressed muffins and lattes on the patio in downtown Augusta. Motorcycles keep driving down the sidewalk and we’re making small talk with the locals. Something about a nephew and a job and living here since 1968. There are church bells in the background and antique shops calling our name.
This is Augusta for me.