Originally written on April 10th of last year, here are my thoughts on spending a day at Augusta National. This was day one of the Masters Golf Tourney, 2009.
I never got around to posting it…well…for a lot of reasons…I brought Dad a Master’s golf shirt back from the trip. It was a big deal for me to give it to him. I won’t ever forget that. It was associated with a good memory of my Dad and those are few and far between. Just a short 360 something days ago.
But here it is today. So glad I wrote these things down, too much has happened since last year to remember it all. The significance of a weblog strikes again.
The first thing I noticed was the wooden log bench at each hole, right where everyone would tee off. At every bench there was an igloo cooler. The bench was a lincoln log bench, like it was an original, made years ago. And it probably was. Next I noticed 2 pieces of wood about 8-10 feet away from where you would tee off. And they looked really old too. The “tradition” of the Masters is a strong one, with no digital scoring – the leaderboard is WAY OLD FASHIONED, no advertisements anywhere to speak of and the fact that many people I was hanging out with that day were generational members of a golf mecca that most people only get to see on TV.
I realized then that I was looking at a moment in time that was in every way, trying not to change, year to year.
next was the quietness of a crowd
the beauty of the place
the what the heck am I doing here?
the sounds of the planes above
the hospitality cottage
the restrooms, complete with travel toothbrushes (just in case)
the no phone/camera rule
the irony of us being at an event with a media/technical “blackout” on Mike’s birthday
and I ate a bunch of peanut m&m’s