Clankety, clankety, clank… The buildup into 2023’s first major has been torturous…like a rollercoaster arduously climbing to the apex before tipping over the edge and plunging into a screaming adrenaline rush. The Masters is Americana. Picture the most perfect golf course, secluded back in the holler. The whispering Georgia Pines and rambling hills still echo with Jack and Arnie, Seve and Tiger. The club is perhaps as exclusive as Heaven itself, with nary an unkempt blade of bentgrass or pine needle left askew. Azaleas abloom with the soothing Brownian buzz of cicadas put the senses on high alert. Augusta National calls us but once a year to detach from the non-golfing world. “Quiet, please.” The Masters has arrived. My weekend is painted green and white with magenta.
90 of the world’s best have gathered on these hallowed grounds at the end of Magnolia Lane. Only the top-50 players with ties will advance to the weekend to play 36 more holes named after the Southeastern flora that grace this 7,500-yard, par-72 track. Golfers will pray that Amen Corner does not derail their chances of donning a green jacket. It will require' of the entire golf bag, along with keeping one’s wits about them for 72 holes, in order to visit the Butler Cabin on Easter Sunday.
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