This is the moment after the shot on 16 at Augusta. The chip that rolled for days. It's the long arc to the cup that stays with me, more than the celebration or the crowd, more than the fact that it was Tiger who hit the shot. Anguish is the thing. I like those lingering moments when something is unresolved, and I am wishing and wondering. The hanging of a curveball before a hitter misses or connects. The NFL Films flight of a spiral headed for the hands of the receiver. That's why I watch.