AUGUSTA, GA. – Friday was a bad day for swing coaches, personal trainers, workaholics and anybody who can't hit a 9-iron 186 yards without the help of a cart path and a strong breeze.
Friday was a bad day for the average Masters entrant, most of whom played Augusta National so defensively you wondered if they kept Mace in their bag, just to keep sport's greenest monster at bay.
At the Masters, Friday was a bad day if your name wasn't Bubba, you don't use a hillbilly doll dressed in overalls as your driver head cover and you can't hit the ball 370 while moving your feet like a septuagenarian learning the tango.
In the second round of the Masters, two years after he won his first and only major at Augusta, Bubba Watson went deep, smashing his driver improbable distances, shooting a 68 on a pretty-but-windy day, and revealing the emotional underpinnings of his greatest success and recent slump.
Bubba reprised everything he's famous for other than crying, and why would he cry after taking a three-shot lead at the Masters with a run of five consecutive birdies on the back nine?
"It's not science," Watson said, debunking an entire golf industry based on video lessons, swing prototypes, magazine tips, sports psychology and trampoline effects.
It's never science with Watson, a self-taught golfer from a poor family in Bagdad, Fla., who plays by feel, took a long vacation from the game after his only major victory, and admits his practice sessions rarely last an hour.
Watson followed a bogey-free, opening-round 69 with a 68 on Friday, leaving him at 7 under for the tournament, three shots ahead of John Senden, then admitted his 2012 Masters victory sent him into a career funk that he seems to have greatly enjoyed.