AUGUSTA - Trevor Immelman was still wearing the green jacket he won with his first Masters victory when he stopped his Mercedes rental car en route to the Atlanta Airport to retrieve something from the trunk. An attractive young lady came running to the side of the car, out of breath.
"There you are," she barked. Immelman reached for his pen to sign an autograph, but her next words confused him. "I'd recognize that Prudential-Beazley jacket anywhere."
Immelman glanced to his left and saw a newly constructed two-story colonial adorning a Prudential-Beazley "For Sale" sign. "We thought we were too late for the open house," said the woman. Her husband caught up with her. "What do the heating bills run?" he asked Immelman.
Immelman led the young couple into the house. "This first floor has a study that doglegs left," he improvised. "And don't let that thick carpet in the family room fool you -- it may look like deep rough, but it's extremely fast." He led them out the sliding back door. "Be careful of the traps just short of the patio," he warned.
After traipsing through every room with similar commentary, Immelman led the couple to their car. The woman told him that she and her husband would think it over and get back to him. Before they pulled away, the woman rolled down her window.
"I want you to know that we bought our townhouse from your company three years ago this month," she said. "But you were much more personable than the guy who sold us the that one."
"Is that so?" Immelman smiled.
"Yeah," said the woman. "His name was Tiger something."
