I'm sure there are a hundred story lines coming out of Augusta these days, including Bubba Watson's miraculous shot to save the tournament on the second playoff hole, Phil Mickelson's one-hole disaster that cost him the tournament, Tiger Woods' struggles, Louis Oosthuizen's remarkable two on the par-five second, but what I can't seem to get past is that the name "Bubba" is to be inscribed along side such luminaries as Gene, Jack, Tom, Arnie and Phil in the annals of Masters' history.
I know. Childish, isn't it? But I just can't seem to get past it. The word "Bubba" will now become part of the lexicon of golf's greatest tournament, whispered with reverence whenever people talk about Watson's impressive charge on the back nine on Sunday, and that shot, that miraculous, courageous, imaginative, amazing shot in the playoff.
Sorry but Bubba is a word I think properly follows "Hubba", not "Masters Champion".
I guess I'll have to learn. Because, while I might have trouble taking his name seriously, I have no problem recognising and respecting the talent Bubba Watson brings to the golf course and the iron will he displayed as he climbed the leaderboard in the final round of the 2012 Masters Tournament.
I have to feel a little bit for Oosthuizen today, now that he's seen two tournaments in a row slip through his fingers on consecutive Sundays, but at least this week no one can say he lost it. Watson wrestled this one from him with an impressive display of decision making, shot making and steely nerve.
If I'm Oosthuizen, though, when I tell my grand kids how I came this close to winning the 2012 Masters Tournament, I think I say that a masterful golfer named "Watson" beat me in a playoff, rather than admitting that I lost to a guy named "Bubba".