There was just enough time — a minute or two — for Byron Smith to think. That's not always a good thing in golf, but he could not help himself.
A morning sun rode low over the Napa hills, casting its sheen across a course still wet with dew. The fairway that unfurled before him ran long and straight, a ribbon of bright green bordered by darker oak and pine.
Smith pondered the unlikely journey that had brought him to this place. Dabbling in the sport as a young man. Quitting in college, only to find his way back.
Now let's see what you can do, he thought.
After more than a decade of grinding away in the sport's minor leagues, a vagabond playing...