Where we sat on the 15th green! Such an awesome view!
A tradition unlike any other, The Masters is not only a symbolic event in golf, but in all of sports and culture as a whole. When my boyfriend told me two weeks before that he had scored badges to the Masters, which is pretty difficult to do, I couldn’t have been more excited. Every middle-aged man I told was incredibly jealous and one of my friends was quite confused that I was so excited, she thought I had been invited to play.
I was already planning on going to Georgia for Easter and the dates worked out perfectly. We were originally going Sunday but when we got at a call early Friday morning asking if we’d like to go that day instead, we decided to ditch our plans and drive the 3 hours to Augusta.
One last picture before leaving the phones in the car
Plenty has been written about Augusta National and while I was a bit hesitant at first, I do not mind the way this tournament is run. Once I finally got over that it’s nearly impossible to sneak a phone or camera in, I realized what a freedom I felt from technology. At Augusta, you play by their however old-fashioned, rules but they reward you with great golf and $3 beer! In fact they don’t even tell you what type of beer you’re drinking. You get three choices: Domestic, Import, or Light beer. I can pretend for a few days I don’t care about women being members as long as I’m allowed to come to this magnificent event.
The greens are immaculate, the scenery picturesque, and the crowds with an air of Southern prestige they are completely unapologetic for. I even found myself judging everyone who filed passed in the aisle: “I can’t believe that guy is wearing a patchwork belt. Pleasseeee, he probably got that on sale.” It might have been the beer and pimento cheese, but hey, I was having a hell of a good time.
We spent most of the day perched on the 15th green but made our way walking across a majority of the course as well. No visit to Augusta is complete without a stroll passed their gorgeous clubhouse (that I’ll absolutely never get to go inside). I walked away with no pictures of the day, no souvenirs for myself, but have some wonderful memories which are even more valuable to me. I cannot wait to go back!