Ernie Els felt all eyes turn his way when he showed up at the Augusta National practice range early Friday morning. By the time Els walked off the course midway through a blustery afternoon, his Masters was over. It will forever be a part of his legacy, Els whacking the ball back and forth past the cup on the first green Thursday, an almost comic display of ineptitude that will live in infamy as long as there are Vines and smartphones. More...