Masters Mystique

There's always been a mystique around the Masters. I watched my first Masters as a young boy with with my dad. For years i've been in awe of the beauty of this place and the dramatic golf theatre produced there.

This year i finally got the chance to spend two great days there, as friends and i flew back east to play golf and spectate during two practice rounds at the Masters. Walking its manicured fairways with blazing azaleas confirming Spring's arrival, we were in awe with the other "patrons". The PGA's best were in good moods, smiling and allowing pictures, but seriously working to figure out the secret to success at Augusta. We got to see the likes of Arnold Palmer, Jack Nicklaus, and Gary Player play in the "par 3 tournamint" (as the locals say it). To watch those three legends of golf up close against the backdrop of Augusta National CC was surreal.

We left before the the tournament rounds began, flying home to watch it on TV. HD almost does it justice but not quite. I don't know if i'll make it back to Augusta in the future, but i now have an even better appreciation of this truly great American sporting treasure.