I told you I was headed to The Masters in Augusta (Like 3
weeks ago now) and I did actually go and yes...it was worth it. Here is my
summary:
The People:
One cannot help feeling just a little bit smug when walking
onto the historic course at Augusta National knowing it is an exclusive ticket
at an even more exclusive club. Most people hide this attitude. Occasionally
you actually see those who choose not to. Essentially I found there to be two
groups each consisting of sub-groups. The groups are those who go frequently "The
In's" and those who have never been "The NeverBeen's". Within
each group you have those who take things too seriously (As in I OWN the place)
and those who are just happy to be there. There is also a small sub-group
within the "NeverBeen's" that
appear to have mixed up their invitations for the day...more on that in a
minute.
The "In" group, that is the regular attendees, have
a nice routine and seem to understand how to maximize their time at Augusta.
They have their chairs on the ready and stake out their special spots and
refrain from walking everywhere. The "NeverBeens" need to walk the
place because they have no idea when they will ever return. The
"In's" have the right approach...if you want to see golf.
What I found most enjoyable were those in the "NeverBeen's"
who have decided they are Augusta National's version of the cool kids. These
are the people who arrive in their golf attire, fully outfitted as if at
a moment's notice Tiger Woods or Phil Mickelson may ask them to stand in for
them and sink a 50 foot putt or perhaps at least read that putt. Many of them
sport multiple logos from their country club such as a shirt, hat, maybe a golf
glove even (yes I saw one person wearing one)...and of course their golf spikes
that fully match.
Now I must make a distinction, many of the Patrons...you
cannot call them spectators though at $250 face value (tickets through brokers
go for even more) I would think they could call themselves whatever they
want...wear golf shirts and even spikes because of the hilly terrain and the
fact that it can get wet...we did for just that reason and I was glad I was
able to avoid making a scene by not losing my footing and taking out six people
during Bubba Watson's backswing. The difference is the "cool kids"
actually think they could play...at any second. I noticed a number of male
groups walking with matching country club "uniforms" as if they were
scouting Augusta in an effort to create an even better tournament, commenting
on how their club does this part "differntly" or making their
thoughts known that their course actually is considered "more
difficult". Most did this while smoking cigars...another item they appeared
to need to demonstrate their coolness. In the end, they entered and left from
the same non-member gate we did and never set foot in the club house. They are
still waiting for a request that will never happen to be asked to hit a shot.
The other group that was fun to watch was those who appeared
to show up at the golf tournament thinking they were going to a country club
luncheon. The temperatures were in the high 70's but in the sun it felt warmer.
Yet there were a number of women in semi-formal...dress...walking a golf
course. Many of the men wore black. Black shirts, black pants, black moods.
They were hot and others noticed. One woman had heels and multiple layers of
wraps I guess. She was miserable...her date even more so.
Lastly, it is true...you can spot a member a mile away by
their green jacket and Masters logo. They wander the course sparingly and
patrons look for them like bird watchers on a rare search. When one is spotted
everyone points, stares...and misses a golfer hitting his shot.
The Place:
In a word...pristine. There are no weeds to be found. I
looked. The dominant tree is the Georgia Pine but you won't find a pine cone
anywhere on the grounds. The entrance gate for the masses reminded me of a
super upscale Disney entrance crossed with the starting gate at the Kentucky
Derby. Cell phones and cameras are banned yet they have banks of phones to use
free of charge throughout the course. Grandstands are well positioned and
seating is first come first served but orderly. The concession concept is one
every sporting venue should figure out how to replicate. It is pure genius. There
are concession zones...open air buildings with multiple one way lines. Patrons
do not "order" anything. They choose what they want as they go
through the line, gathering for their needs as they go. Laid out for picking is
Fruit, candy bars, sandwiches, soft drinks, tea, beer, water, lemonade That's
it...and it is cheap. We went through these lines a number of times (and very
quickly) and the most we spent for 5 people was $22. The fact that there is no
ordering, no chance for time crushing hesitation by the patron along with no
delay from the server getting the food to you means you clear these 100 foot
lines in less than three minutes...five when it was packed. Brilliant.
On the way out they have a terrific gift shop where one can
buy anything "Masters". This does not function as well as the
concession stands but no one cares because they are buying "Master's stuff"
and you can only buy that there. When you leave the store you can either take
your items with you or take a left and head off to the shipping area where they
will pack it up and ship it to your home...for the usual fee but it is well
worth it if you are flying home.
The Golf:
Without question, golf fans believe The Masters is the
ultimate golfing event...perhaps the biggest Major if there is such a thing.
The course is much more up and down than it appears on TV. Number ten is a long
downhill dogleg left hole while 18 which sits next to 10 is a long very uphill slight
dogleg right. One could get winded walking up 18 and at one point our group
looked for a tram or at least a rope tow. No luck.
The greens are crazy fast...so they say. I don't think you
can really see that unless you play it which we did not. The Clubbers would
probably tell you they could see it but they can't. But what one can see is
that the greens look like moguls on a ski run. They slope, undulate and
basically take putting to a whole new level...or lack thereof.
Throughout the day we walked the course because we were
"NeverBeen's" and we wanted to see it all. For some strange reason we
were with Phil Mickelson for two holes (and stood a mere three feet from him on
numerous occasions) but then we lost him as we moved ahead and ended up
trailing, by accident, Bernard Langer...it was if we were his fan club and we
got more than a few looks. BL as we started to call him seem to appreciate his
"fan base".
Finally, it should be noted that if you like to watch golf
then I don't recommend you actually go the tournament. Watch it on TV. I hate
to play slow golf and this is way beyond anything I have ever seen. We watched
Tiger Woods hit his tee shot in the fairway near us on number 10 and then we/he
waited at least 10 minutes to hit his next shot. Rounds were taking 6
hours...agony. It was more interesting watching the human "flood" of
people rush past us to get to another place to watch him...wait.
Final Thoughts:
Attendance at The Masters is a bucket list item and I was
lucky enough to get there and to take my youngest son who is a golf fanatic
(and a fine player as well). Stepping foot on the course is a true joy and
taking in the atmosphere is the real experience I wanted and I got that. I did
not see a lot of golf and that goes to my earlier point: Golf is clearly the
worst in person spectator sport next to Chess but having been now makes the TV
viewing at Augusta much more fun. I have a perspective of the course.
If you get the chance...GO. I might even suggest a practice
round over the actual tournament as you are allowed to bring in cameras...and
you get to see the course layout. I'm not sure if I'll get back to Augusta and
The Master's but having been once at least takes me out of the
"NeverBeen's" category...I will now be in the "One of those guys
who wears his Masters shirt a little too often" category.
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