Oh, you don't want singing? We'll stop then.

But David, it's hard not to pogo-stick up and down for you, because we missed you. We really, really missed you. Where've you been, brother?

Has it really been since the second-round at the U.S. Open at Pinehurst that we've seen your prickly confidence atop a board? Ten months? Is that how long it's been?

But what a 65 Friday. Five birdies and an eagle at 15. That 5-iron from 208 yards, so far the shot of the tournament, reminded us of the 5-iron in the final round at the Bob Hope, the one that clinched your 59.

Why does that round feel like it happened a century ago?

All we know, David, is that it's good to have you back. It seemed like whenever we mentioned your name, it was with an inquistive tone, or with someone posting an APB for your whereabouts.

Even on Friday we weren't so sure we'd find you. We thought you were lost behind the Big Three wake, what with the Bear keeping himself in contention and even the King making a couple of birdies.

You were just plodding along, routine par after routine par, hiding behind those wraparound shades of yours and conspicuous from Augusta National's large leaderboards.

When we heard from you Tuesday, you told us this was your tournament to lose. Not Tiger Woods'. Not Phil Mickelson's. Yours. That's why we like you David, because you can be so determined.

Yet we wondered about that. You hadn't contended since Pinehurst, you've never won a major, and you bristled all season long to questions about your play. You weren't the favorite you were a year ago; you weren't even the second choice.

On Friday, we all waited to see if you would ever emerge from your burrow. Five birdies and an eagle, and no bogeys. Why should we have ever doubted?

``I've had one goal for a while, and that's to be leading when we're done on Sunday afternoon,'' you said. ``I'm not real concerned with my position. I've played well so far, but that's not my goal.''

Since we've last seen you, David, it looks like you lost a little weight around the midsection, even removed quite a few second chins. What's your secret? Maybe you could tell Billy Casper. Must be all that Tae-Bo. Maybe it's all that ducking and jiving in the interview room.

We heard you had a power workout Monday and Tuesday, then ran six miles Wednesday. And after your fine 65 Friday, we heard you did some circuit training, working on your abs, biceps, triceps and lats.

Just a reminder: This isn't the Olympic Trials.

Your clothes are different, too. Where's the button-down Tommy Hilfigers in chromatic blue? You know, David the Dullard with his back untucked?

If you played at Augusta National on any other non-Masters week, you'd be asked to change shirts. This is a stiff place, David. Real rigid. Ring-around-the-collar shirts are the way of life.

What's that you were wearing, a Mossimo mock turtleneck? Oh, that's what it's called? Looks like a light blue tee with a 2-inch collar to me.

The collar's as long as the ``second cut.'' If Dennis Paulson wore your shirt, it wouldn't be a ``collar,'' it'd be used as a wash cloth.

You might win, David, and become the first Masters champion not allowed in the clubhouse for not abiding by the dress code. If you need some collared shirts, the golf shop's selling them for $49 and $59.

``Tony Jacklin won the British Open in 1969 with a collar smaller than yours,'' CBS's quipster David Feherty told Duval after his round. ``So if anyone bothers you about it, tell 'em to go boil their heads.''

Even the PGA Tour studied its dress policy because of your look. The policy board voted at Bay Hill not to dress you down. Or dress you up. Whatever.

``I think I look a lot better than a bunch of other players do,'' Duval said.

When Jim Nantz told you that your 65 became your best round in a major, you reacted with typical indifference. ``I'm glad somebody keeps up with it, because I don't.''

Now, we're all going to keep up with you, David. Maybe you'll let us finish that song come Sunday.