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Mother Nature must be hitting the sauce. That’s all I can figure.

Jason Kokrak lives about 10 minutes away from the Quail Hollow Club, for him about a drive and a 5-iron.

James Hahn, a self-described “Tin Cup guy” with a gorgeous homemade swing and a spirit that turns the sunshine on, was walking up the Quail Hollow Club 18th hole 2 under par.

Over the past 10 years, nobody, except maybe the major championships, has done it better than the Quail Hollow Club and the Wells Fargo Championship.

Golf, essential golf, has blood in its veins, sweat on its brow and feelings on its sleeve. It’s worth cussing when you miss, jumping for the sky when you win, crying in public when the trophy is won, crying in your room when you’ve lost.

For a sport in which a player has been known to yell at a bird to shut up, the RBC Heritage sure gets off to a noisy start.

When God created heaven and earth, he stood back, looked at it, liked it but felt it needed a little something more to make those emotions he gave us really hum. And so he added some tweaks like rainbows and sunsets and as an afterthought, he threw in golf.

Jose Maria Olazabal drowned two shots at Augusta National’s 16th hole on Tuesday, and he was smiling.

Today, on Thanksgiving day, I’m thankful for:

Ron Green Sr.: Jack Nicklaus recently told a writer that he plays golf only about once a month, "when I have to."

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Ron Green Sr.
Ron Green Sr. is a retired Observer columnist.