Sometimes things just make too much sense.

Sunday doubleheaders in baseball. Taking the pin out when you are putting (that’s for you, Adam Scott!). Kicking a field goal to take the lead in the fourth quarter instead of going for it.

And the (Los Angeles) Chargers wearing the powder blue uniforms as the standard home uniform.

Who was the marketing hack who decided a few years ago to brainwash the Chargers into thinking that some kind of dark blue looked better? These days, there are all sorts of color schemes that can often look like the test pattern on a color TV (1960s reference). And though it might not have the tradition of Green Bay’s green-and-gold or New York Giants’ red-and-blue, the Chargers’ powder blues are the best jerseys in pro football.

Period.

For the last few years, they would bust them out as a secondary uniform, but it wasn’t the same. It was the powder blues that Lance Alworth and John Hadl were wearing when they helped put San Diego on the football map when it began as an AFL franchise in 1960. Though it doesn’t seem possible, that stopped being their home uniform in 1974.

In 1994, it began to reappear as an alternate/retro jersey and have played 34 games since then with this time-honored threads. When they do, 99.9 percent of the country realizes that this is a no-brainer that needs to be switched. But apparently, people with no brains put the kibosh on it until now.

So “congratulations” to the Chargers organization for getting something right. It only took a few decades.

Now, move back to San Diego before it’s too late.

This sounds terrible and I apologize:

But of five guys in position to win the 2019 Masters, four of them, in the span of 15 minutes, went into the water on the par-3 12th at Augusta National.

The one who didn’t, who hit smartly and safely to the fat part of the green and two-putted for par, won by a stroke. He was Tiger Woods.

The Four No’s-Men were Pestilence, Famin….no wait, they were Brooks Koepka, Ian Poulter, Tony Finau, and Francesco Molinari, the leader by 2 at the time.

They hit it at the same spot, one after the other. Hard to figure. It’s as if someone somewhere had told them, “I’ll give you 50 million bucks if you dunk it on 12.” Inconceivable. Read the whole story in today’s No. 2 spot in the Designated Writers lineup.

But give Tiger credit. The guy felt pain sitting, standing, or trying to sleep two years ago, and now, after spinal fusion surgery, he’s won one of the hardest tournaments there is to win in professional golf, the Masters. It’s his fifth. And his 15th major. Only three short of tying you-know-who.

One of those Fate Things. By the time Woods walked off 15 with a one-stroke lead, only his neurosurgeon, demanding he have another back surgery on 17 fairway, could have beaten him.

Even the sky knew better than to rain on this parade. Augusta National had moved the tee times to 7:30 am, with threesomes going off both nines. The club, for the safety of the patrons, to protect them from thunderstorms forecast to hit around 4, cancelled the green jacket ceremony. But the rains never came — just some sprinkles when the leaders were at Amen Corner — and an impromptu ceremony was held anyway, because patrons refused to leave and the skies refused to rain.

Mother Nature is a Tiger fan.

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