I used to think golf was boring, but I can now appreciate the drama: the sport is a psychological, internal chess-match that often develops into an intense finish between competitors.
Each year, The Masters is the first of golf’s four major tournaments. The venue — Augusta National Golf Club, Georgia — was founded and designed by legendary golfer Bobby Jones (with Cliff Roberts (co-founder) and Alister MacKenzie (co-designer)): Jones never turned professional — he was a lawyer and only played part-time — but won thirteen major championships.
Augusta was built on former flowering plant (Indigofera) orchards, and the course is stunning; unfortunately, the historic prejudice inherent in the club’s membership policies has lowered my esteem for this tournament below that of The Open, and maybe even the U.S Open. It wasn’t until 1990 that Augusta admitted black members, and in 2012 they finally admitted two female members.
Anyway, as to the tournament itself…
Will Eldrick Tont ‘Tiger’ Woods inch closer to Jack Nicklaus’ record of eighteen majors? (Nicklaus also finished second in majors an astounding nineteen times!). Tiger has fourteen major victories, and counting.
I’m old-fashioned, I suppose: I’d like to see Nicklaus’ record stand; I’m sure The Golden Bear was a driven man, difficult to get along with at times, but he remained an excellent role-model in the quagmire of mass-media, something that cannot be said of Mr. Woods. Nevertheless, if Tiger breaks the record, I’ll still applaud his ability.
Some other (non-Tiger-related) stories:
Will Rory McIlroy round into form?
Will Phil Mickelson’s ‘Phrankenwood’ (a driver that is bigger than a 3-wood, but noticeably smaller than the drivers he normally uses).
Will somebody from Australia break the curse and finally win?
Will it take another Bubba-shot to win in a playoff?
Will an unexpected winner emerge?
My daughters will mock me, but I’ll be glued to the television…
Update: Adam Scott won: the first Australian to win the Masters..