Debt Gambling Mickelson Phil

So, what separates heroism from catastrophe?

In Phil Mickelson's case, usually a matter of inches.

Mickelson Gambled on 13 at Augusta and Won

13th hole. Second shot. The lie? Behind two trees in the pine straw, from which clean contact is never assured. 205 yards to a flag guarded by an infamous tributary of Ray's Creek, reminiscent of the pike-filled moat surrounding a medieval castle.

6 iron. And apparently, not even the faintest inkling of laying up.

Anyone who has followed the golf career of Mickelson is conversant with his devil-may-care approach to the sport, an attitude that has prevailed come hell or high water. You will know that a deep breath, and perhaps a spoonful or two of Pepto, are pre-requisites of watching him contend. But you will also know, without the slightest trace of doubt, that you will be entertained. And invariably, the golf world will be left with something to talk about.