Ah, The Masters
Don’t have time to write an article–maybe tomorrow–but there truly is nothing like it. Held at a club that represents everything distasteful about elitist America, it’s still the greatest golf tournament in the world.
And with Fred Couples and Phil Mickelson in the final pairing, one got to see the game at its best, both in terms of incredible shot making, but also two good friends competing and having a great time.
I’m a member of Avenel in MD, and they host a minor tournament there, but playing there when it’s set up for the tournament, with the rough as high as a giraffe’s nose, the greens slick and glass-like, you realize that no matter how well you play, the pros are in a different league. What they can do with a ball is absolute magic. What I can do with a ball is absolute magic too–it’s just black magic.