"I’m thankful for hand-operated scoreboards and the devilish staffers who work them and tease through the little windows poor spectators desperate to know the source of the distant roars."

The Augusta Chronicle's Scott Michaux pays tribute to the late Furman Bisher, rolling out a "thankful" Thanksgiving column, only in April.

I’m thankful for overnight showers that wash away the pollen and leave the air fresh.

So's Tiger. According to the Haney book, all of the allergy-prone great's wins have come in years it has rained.

I’m thankful that cellphones are not allowed under penalty of lifetime banishment, forcing everyone to unplug and share in a communal experience that is rarer by the minute.

I’m thankful for hand-operated scoreboards and the devilish staffers who work them and tease through the little windows poor spectators desperate to know the source of the distant roars.

I’m thankful for those roars.

I’m thankful for rules such as “no running” that breed decorum, and for yellow-clad kids with “Litter” on their caps who diligently keep the illusion of universal civility in place.

I’m thankful for “benevolent dictators” who sustain an anachronism.