He looked forward to the opening this fall of the David Paterson Golf Technology Center at Yale, a modern training facility complete with high-speed cameras, course simulator and launch monitor. He and Angela would spend more time at a second home they're building in South Carolina, and he'd return to his paint box—he's a longtime watercolorist—and work on his left-handed golf swing, a pet project he took up a few years ago.
That afternoon in May, Paterson followed the action with a video camera, filming the swings of alums and giving a running commentary. (He showed the footage in the clubhouse to laughter after the round.) As shadows stretched over the course, now a gauzy spring green, he headed to the eighteenth tee to watch a group of his former players, all in their late twenties, finish up. Two of them, Ian MacAllister and Brockner, were battling for low gross. Each made par, and MacAllister won by a stroke with a seventy-three. As one of them replaced the flagstick, the foursome doffed their caps and shook hands beside the hole. Paterson flicked off his camera and turned to me: "Isn't it a great game?"