AUGUSTA, Ga. -- She was crying. Maybe you were, too. Seeing the glow on Amy Mickelson's face, the warmth enveloping her, we'd never have known about the debilitating radiation treatments and the frightening drip-drip-drip of the chemotherapy sessions, those endless mornings when she and her famous husband have sat in lonely hospital rooms with other women battling breast cancer and wondered how many would be alive in a year.
But now, on this defining day of his career, in what will stand as a very necessary and uplifting moment at a time when scandals -- including a trashy one involving Tiger Woods -- have demoralized the American spirit, Amy was overcome by joyful tears behind the 18th green Sunday. She had traveled for the first time in 11 months to join her husband at Augusta National, and while almost all of her week was spent resting in bed at their rented home, she mustered the strength to arrive just as Phil Mickelson was delivering one of the greatest public dedications a husband could give his wife.