The Masters crowd had left town the evening before and Broad Street in downtown Augusta was quiet in the mid-afternoon heat. A few old guys sat around the statue of singer James Brown, chatting and laughing in its shade.
It was a short walk from there to the intersection with 13th Street and the bridge over the Savannah River that spans the state line between Georgia and South Carolina and leads to SRP Park.
The cars clicked and clacked over the tiny gaps in the roadway but on the way to the ballpark, it was hard to stop the mind straying back to Sunday afternoon and the view from the back of the 18th green at Augusta National.