April 10, 20205 yr 18 hours ago, Post Oak said: Sorry for the long post [not sure how to spoiler] but this is a copy of Joe Posnanski writing about Tiger and time for The Athletic Joe is maybe the best sportswriter in America.. It's worth your time but it'll make you miss the Masters I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Today was supposed to be the first day of the Masters. Ah. I so love Thursdays at Augusta. So much hope. So much joy. If there is one hopeful thing I can say about all this, it has been a reminder to not take for granted all those wonderful little things about sports and life. Because time has little meaning while we’re in isolation, it seems almost impossible to believe that it was only a year ago that Tiger Woods won the Masters on that crazy final day. That feels like 40 years ago. But it was indeed a year ago. And when it happened, I was lost in reverie, and I went from the television set straight to my computer and wrote this piece, which appeared originally on my blog. People still look past me. It baffles me that still happens after all these years. Yes, I know I am petite and pretty and, if you will allow a modicum of immodesty, I ooze with Southern charm. If I were in Hollywood, I am sure I would be Doris Day. I apologize if that’s an old reference. I am old. I fear that I have not kept up with the times. People sense my friendliness. That is good. I am friendly. I welcome everyone. My bridge is always open. I optimistically set the table for two every time. But I am not to be underestimated. My name is Golden Bell. I am the 12th hole at Augusta National. I am 155 yards long, and I am surrounded by azaleas and sand and water and trees. I am less a golf hole and more a vacation spot. My likeness hangs in offices and living rooms around the world. I look as innocuous and dreamy as a postcard from Hawaii. But I am to be taken seriously. The winds swirl unpredictably around me. They say I was built on an American Indian burial ground. I do not talk about my past. But I can tell you that I have broken many hearts. I broke Arnold Palmer’s heart. That was in ’59, I guess. I revered Arnie, and over time he came to revere me, but he was still young then, full of spirit and too much certainty. He led when he arrived at my door. He promptly hit his ball into the water and made triple bogey and lost the Masters. I felt heartsick for him. But I am not easy. Time after time in the years since then, they have come to me with a sparkle of glory and a touch of arrogance reflecting in their eyes, and they have looked beyond me, to opportunities that await, to a dream they have had had since they were children, to a jacket that they long to wear. And they have then walked off my green broken. I have crushed so many hopes. Seve Ballesteros. Gary Player. Greg Norman. Jordan Spieth. I cannot remember them all. It happens every year. On this Sunday, the hopers and dreamers began arriving much earlier in the day than I expected. They don’t usually show up until the late afternoon, as the sun falls behind the magnolia and juniper trees, but this Sunday they started marching up in groups of three in the morning. I believe the threat of bad weather brought them out early. The names change. The faces don’t. In the early afternoon, a powerful man named Brooks Koepka showed up. There is no doubt in my mind that Brooks has the strength to hit a golf ball miles over me. But I watched instead as he hit the ball without confidence. Without belief. I could tell instantly that his shot would land short and roll back into the water. I tried to stop it. I always try to stop it. But there is not much I can do. Once, I recall, I was able to stop the golf ball for a friendly sort named Fred Couples. But ever since then the groundskeepers have kept my grass shorter to prevent such charity from happening again. No, there was nothing I could do to save Koepka’s ball. The same was true for Ian Poulter’s golf ball. Poulter is English, from what I can tell, and he also hit a high, equivocal shot that bounced well short and rolled back into Rae’s Creek. Later, the same thing happened to a tall fellow named Tony Finau. Each time the ball dropped into the creek, I saw the ripples and heard the groans that have always tormented me. I am haunted by waters. Then the next group, the last group, came up. A man with a musical name, Francesco Molinari, walked to the tee. What a name. I have grown to love beautiful names — Ian Baker-Finch, José María Olazábal, Jimmy Demaret. And standing next to him, there was an older golfer wearing red. He had a familiar face, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. There are, from my vantage point, only a few who have ever turned this place inside out. Arnie was one of those; he was so captivating and fetching and affable. The fans at Augusta loved him dearly, fervently; they even called themselves “Arnie’s Army.” I often thought of myself as a member of Arnie’s Army. There was Jack Nicklaus. I will not lie, he was my favorite. I don’t know if the fans loved Jack with quite the zeal and warmth that they loved Arnie, but I know they admired him. He was admirable. He kept his head. He never beat himself. He played the right shot again and again. And Jack always made me feel seen. I’ve heard that he called me the toughest little hole in the world. That is the most meaningful thing anyone has ever said about me. I have been called beautiful so often that it has lost its meaning. But tough! Yes! It’s true, I am tough. Jack used to say that he always aimed for the same spot — to that safe space of land between my front and back bunkers — even if it meant aiming away from the flag. Jack didn’t just admire me. He respected me. There were others, too, men who inspired ear-shattering roars, Sam and Tom and Seve and Phil and so on. But Tiger Woods is different from all of them. I remember when he first came to Augusta. He was only an amateur then, a teenager, but full of unimaginable promise and talent and skill. (I heard that Jack predicted Tiger would win as many green jackets as he and Arnie had won combined. That, by my count, would be 10.) I’m told that when they asked Tiger what he hoped to accomplish his first time around at the hallowed Masters, he said, without hesitation: Win. It was a brazen and presumptuous thing for a young man to say — the correct answer apparently being something to the effect of “I’m just happy to be here” — and I am sure some of the older men harrumphed and grumbled. But modesty didn’t fit Tiger or his talents. He came to conquer, and when he was 21, he did. He thundered through this golf course like no one ever had before. When he was done, records were shattered, imaginations were detonated, and I overheard people say that they would need to change Augusta National just to accommodate Tiger’s prodigious abilities. They did change Augusta National considerably, lengthening some holes, adding contours and rises in various places, reworking various parts of the course. But they did not change me — if you will allow me to speak immodestly again, I am timeless — and they did not prevent Tiger Woods from winning again and again. He won four times before he turned 30. The roars for Tiger were unlike those even for Arnie and Jack. I think that’s because Tiger wasn’t loved like Arnie, and he wasn’t lionized like Jack. No, there was something else about him, something more aspirational. I am not sure I can describe it — I am no poet, I am the subject of poetry — but as I understand it, Tiger took the crowd to a place where golf had never gone. He was less a golfer and more an astronaut. He hit shots no one had ever hit. He saw possibilities where others saw tree branches and double bogeys. He brought order to a disorderly game. Anyway, that’s how I have heard it described. Then, one day, something with Tiger Woods changed. One hears things, but I am not one to partake in rumors. All I knew was that Tiger no longer commanded the game the way he had. The crowds still shouted for him, but their cheers were less confident and more nervous. He grew older. He seemed to have a different swing every time I saw him. And some years, he did not show up at all. I did not expect to see Tiger Woods compete again. The seasons do not turn backward. When Sunday’s final group approached, I glanced at the little walking leaderboard and saw that the Italian with the beautiful name, Francesco Molinari, had 13 red. And Tiger Woods had 11 red. The Masters was in the balance. And I waited with hope. Molinari hit first. He reached back with his club, and I offered a silent prayer for him like I do for every golfer. But as soon as he hit the ball, I could see that he had made the eternal mistake. He aimed toward my flag. And he lacked conviction. The ball fluttered in the wind, landed short, rolled back into the creek, and those agonizing groans came. I saw the crestfallen look on Molinari’s face. I have seen that look so many times. I never get used to it. Then Tiger Woods stepped to the tee. I looked at him closely. Was this really Tiger Woods, the bold and impertinent kid who believed that nothing was beyond his powers? He looked different. He moved more gingerly. His face was wider. His weather-worn visage suggested that he had seen things. I began to say my silent prayer for him … but then I stopped because I noticed something unusual, something I had not seen in, well, in a long time. Deference. He aimed his shot away from the flag. Tiger hit it to that space between my front and back bunker. The ball landed and settled 40 feet from the hole, dry and safe. It was the shot that young golfers feel too proud and too strong to hit, the shot contenders refuse because they want more. It was Jack Nicklaus’ shot. And now, it was Tiger Woods’ shot. And I knew right then that Tiger would go on to win the Masters. I could tell from the roars that he did go on to win. I settled in and just listened like I do every Masters Sunday. They were louder than any I have heard in more than 30 years. I have since heard that as he walked off the last hole, Tiger was seen hugging his children, who were not born when he won here the first time. And I heard he took a look up to the sky to think about his father, Earl, who passed away a dozen years ago. I am not capable of tears. Or at least I didn’t think I was capable of tears. If there’s one thing I have learned as a most famous golf hole, it is that time, like Rae’s Creek, rushes in one direction. You cannot expect it to stop for anything or anyone. And yet, I’ve been around Augusta long enough to know that every now and again, on special days, time can stop, or at least pause. On Sunday, it stopped for Tiger Woods. I think that means time stopped for all of the rest of us, too.
April 10, 20205 yr 51 minutes ago, Post Oak said: Verne Lundquist was so good to get the call on Jack's putt on 17 in 1986 and Tiger's chip in on 16 in 2005 is pretty damn cool.
April 12, 20205 yr I'd like to give an official fuck you to KHOU for airing some mega church bullshit instead of the sweet stylings of Jim Nantz.
April 12, 20205 yr I know it may be recency bias but last year's was the best. Jack in 86, Tiger 97, and Phil 10 were all great but last year turned lifetime elite professional golfers into complete fan boys.
April 12, 20205 yr 1 hour ago, Aqua Buddha said: I know it may be recency bias but last year's was the best. Jack in 86, Tiger 97, and Phil 10 were all great but last year turned lifetime elite professional golfers into complete fan boys. Yep, Faldo said it himself. "That'll be the greatest scene in golf, forever." Edited April 12, 20205 yr by LonghornSean
April 12, 20205 yr 5 hours ago, Aqua Buddha said: I know it may be recency bias but last year's was the best. Jack in 86, Tiger 97, and Phil 10 were all great but last year turned lifetime elite professional golfers into complete fan boys. Jack's was better, by a small margin.
April 14, 20205 yr Author Just some sights and sounds of a quiet Augusta National. https://www.masters.com/en_US/watch/2020-04-13/1586187046860.html
June 1, 20205 yr There are 2020 tickets on Stubhub for ridiculous deals right now. Am I a moron if I buy a few Sunday passes in hopes that they will allow spectators?
June 2, 20205 yr 18 hours ago, 4th&Five said: the 2021 lottery is now open. A disappointment unlike any other (speaking from 20+ years of experience)
June 3, 20205 yr They tease people so hard with this lottery, go my confirm email today Quote The Masters Tournament Ticket Office has received your application request for tickets. The selection for Practice Rounds and Daily Tournament tickets will take place after the June 21st application deadline and all applicants will be notified in September via email when the process is completed. Confirmation and payment instructions will be posted to successful applicant accounts at that time. Thank you for your interest in Masters Tournament tickets.
June 6, 20205 yr 48 minutes ago, Bone3421 said: The lottery for tickets to the 2021 masters is open..... BREAKING NEWS!
August 12, 20205 yr Author As I’m sure we all expected, Masters to be held without patrons. https://www.masters.com/en_US/news/articles/2020-08-12/2020-08-12_2020_masters_to_be_conducted_without_patrons_or_guests.html?promo=hero_articles_2020MasterstobeConductedWithoutPatronsorGuests
August 12, 20205 yr Nonsense. This is way overblown. The virus has been in this country for at least two months. Yet only around 40 deaths so far and most of those are from one facility in Wash. State. No one under 50 in this country has died from this thing so far. The Masters and pretty much everyone in the country is in a mass hysteria. Bump.
August 12, 20205 yr Author The most important part of that press release, for me at least: All 2020 ticket holders will be guaranteed the same tickets for the 2021 Masters. Augusta National will communicate directly with all ticket holders and 2021 ticket applicants in September.
August 12, 20205 yr I think I am looking forward to this event more than any other sporting event this year. Now that the PGA has shown they can have tournaments successfully during this pandemic, the Masters should be spectacular. I can’t wait to see what the course looks like in the fall. This may be the highest rated golf tournament in tv history.
August 12, 20205 yr Author 41 minutes ago, Hate said: I think I am looking for weed to this event more than any other sporting event this year. Now that the PGA has shown they can have tournaments successfully during this pandemic, the Masters should be spectacular. I can’t wait to see what the course looks like in the fall. This may be the highest rated golf tournament in tv history. And we don’t have to hear assholes yell dumb shit on every tee shot.
August 12, 20205 yr 2 hours ago, heso said: The most important part of that press release, for me at least: I doubt we’re much better off in April.
August 12, 20205 yr Author 1 hour ago, 4th&Five said: I doubt we’re much better off in April. I’m going to tell myself that I will have a vaccine in my veins by the 2021 masters until it doesn’t happen.
September 18, 20205 yr A disappointment unlike any other Quote 2021 Masters Tickets Selection We have completed the selection process for 2021 Practice Rounds and Daily Tournament tickets and regret your application was not selected for tickets. Be sure to visit masters.com in June 2021 for details regarding the ticket application process for the 2022 Masters. Thank you for your continued interest in the Masters. Sincerely, Credentials Committee Masters Tournament
September 18, 20205 yr Just once and I will never sign up again. Is that to much too ask? We Regret... Your application was not selected for 2021 Masters tickets.
October 7, 20205 yr Here are photos of Augusta, one taken two weeks ago and the other this week. They buzz cut the dormant Bermuda they play on in the Spring and planted Rye with tons of water.The only reasons they can buzz cut it that close is because they are closed in the summer. This allows them to cut it close because it really opens up the soil.They also don’t use as much rye as some courses because it competes with the Bermuda come spring. This allows the Bermuda to be more healthy despite having less seed to make it more lush as you would think.And now you know the rest of the story...
October 7, 20205 yr this was probably the year i didn't mind losing the lotto. who knows how many people they let in by april and didn't they already offer the 2020 winners tickets?
October 7, 20205 yr Question for the degenerate gamblers here. While in Vegas in January, I put $100 on Spieth to win The Master at +3500. Is that bet still alive? Or did it become null when The Masters cancelled in April and rescheduled for November?
October 7, 20205 yr 14 minutes ago, Spaulding Smails said: Question for the degenerate gamblers here. While in Vegas in January, I put $100 on Spieth to win The Master at +3500. Is that bet still alive? Or did it become null when The Masters cancelled in April and rescheduled for November? I wouldn't worry about it.
October 7, 20205 yr Question for the degenerate gamblers here. While in Vegas in January, I put $100 on Spieth to win The Master at +3500. Is that bet still alive? Or did it become null when The Masters cancelled in April and rescheduled for November?Alive?? I would say it’s been mostly dead all year.
October 7, 20205 yr 4 minutes ago, Hate said: Alive?? I would say it’s been mostly dead all year. Great point. Truth be told, I knew the bet was dead when I placed it. But, my kid's a huge Spieth fan, and it'll give us (me) something to root for should he pull off a miracle.
October 7, 20205 yr Great point. Truth be told, I knew the bet was dead when I placed it. But, my kid's a huge Spieth fan, and it'll give us (me) something to root for should he pull off a miracle.
October 27, 20205 yr Here are photos of Augusta, one taken two weeks ago and the other this week. They buzz cut the dormant Bermuda they play on in the Spring and planted Rye with tons of water.The only reasons they can buzz cut it that close is because they are closed in the summer. This allows them to cut it close because it really opens up the soil.They also don’t use as much rye as some courses because it competes with the Bermuda come spring. This allows the Bermuda to be more healthy despite having less seed to make it more lush as you would think.And now you know the rest of the story...So just as in the the spring they will be playing on rye grass. I guess the underlying Bermuda would already be too dormant in early November in north Georgia? In Houston our Bermuda grass has been near perfect and it should still be great through mid November. But even at its best, Bermuda grass is never as green as overseeded rye. I thought Tiger’s comments were interesting about how the course plays in November. He’s played it several times in November and sometimes it’s driver and three wood into 1 and 18 depending on the wind. We’ll be seeing shots we don’t normally see at Augusta.
October 27, 20205 yr I heard a rumor that they may open up the merchandise shop online. Not sure if there is any truth to that, but it would be awesome.
October 27, 20205 yr that would be incredible! i'd finally be able to get all the shit i regret not buying when i was there.
October 27, 20205 yr 1 hour ago, Texas St. Armadillos said: I heard a rumor that they may open up the merchandise shop online. Not sure if there is any truth to that, but it would be awesome. Masters online shop to open in early November, but there's a catch Not open to general public, only patrons.
November 8, 20205 yr 58 minutes ago, Jive Turkey said: Lots of rain in the forecast. Hopefully they’re wrong. Advantage DeChambeau
November 9, 20205 yr According to Carl Paulson, co-host of “Inside the Ropes” on SiriusXm PGA Tour Radio, DeChambeau teed it up last week with Sandy Lyle, the 1988 Masters champion, and the reports from Lyle were “jaw-dropping.” Here’s a recap, per Paulson via Lyle, of what DeChambeau hit into some of the holes: No. 1 (Par 4, 445 yards): Sand wedge No. 2 (Par 5, 575 yards): 8-iron No. 3 (Par 4, 350 yards): Flew the green with 3-wood off the tee No. 8 (Par 5, 570 yards): 7-iron No. 9 (Par 4, 460 yards): Sand wedge No. 10 (Par 4, 495 yards): Pitching wedge No. 11 (Par 4, 505 yards): 9-iron No. 13 (Par 5, 510 yards): 7-iron (hit 3-wood off tee) No. 15 (Par 5, 530 yards): 9-iron No. 17 (Par 4, 440 yards): Sand wedge
November 9, 20205 yr I am not a Sergio fan at all, but of course I hope he and his family stay well. It will be nice to know that he won’t be winning this week though.
November 9, 20205 yr 5 hours ago, TonyTexas said: According to Carl Paulson, co-host of “Inside the Ropes” on SiriusXm PGA Tour Radio, DeChambeau teed it up last week with Sandy Lyle, the 1988 Masters champion, and the reports from Lyle were “jaw-dropping.” Here’s a recap, per Paulson via Lyle, of what DeChambeau hit into some of the holes: No. 1 (Par 4, 445 yards): Sand wedge No. 2 (Par 5, 575 yards): 8-iron No. 3 (Par 4, 350 yards): Flew the green with 3-wood off the tee No. 8 (Par 5, 570 yards): 7-iron No. 9 (Par 4, 460 yards): Sand wedge No. 10 (Par 4, 495 yards): Pitching wedge No. 11 (Par 4, 505 yards): 9-iron No. 13 (Par 5, 510 yards): 7-iron (hit 3-wood off tee) No. 15 (Par 5, 530 yards): 9-iron No. 17 (Par 4, 440 yards): Sand wedge He's basically driving for dough and putting for show at this point.
November 9, 20205 yr 6 hours ago, TonyTexas said: According to Carl Paulson, co-host of “Inside the Ropes” on SiriusXm PGA Tour Radio, DeChambeau teed it up last week with Sandy Lyle, the 1988 Masters champion, and the reports from Lyle were “jaw-dropping.” Here’s a recap, per Paulson via Lyle, of what DeChambeau hit into some of the holes: No. 1 (Par 4, 445 yards): Sand wedge No. 2 (Par 5, 575 yards): 8-iron No. 3 (Par 4, 350 yards): Flew the green with 3-wood off the tee No. 8 (Par 5, 570 yards): 7-iron No. 9 (Par 4, 460 yards): Sand wedge No. 10 (Par 4, 495 yards): Pitching wedge No. 11 (Par 4, 505 yards): 9-iron No. 13 (Par 5, 510 yards): 7-iron (hit 3-wood off tee) No. 15 (Par 5, 530 yards): 9-iron No. 17 (Par 4, 440 yards): Sand wedge The very definitions of bomb and gouge, except at The Masters there is no gouge
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