Why would he do that? Because he famously didn't play in The Masters because of their discriminatory policies? I think he's over that now, now that those policies have officially been repudiated by the Old Fossils that run the club.I have it on good authority that Lee Trevino read this thread and threw up on his keyboard.
You're right. I had forgotten. Love that story with the reporter though (and it's true). Damn, I wish he had won, just once. The Champions' Dinner the following spring would have been vedddddy intellesting.Incidentally, Trevino did play in the Masters for many years, but famously dressed in his car in the parking lot because of the way he claimed he was treated in the clubhouse.
The guy is so good and even he is a bit boring to watch. His demeanor is such that you have to pinch yourself to remind that he is still just 21 years of age, and he has been that way since he joined the tour after his freshman year in college. His medium range putting is scary good. We are in for a treat down the years with Jordan and Rory, I'm thinking, but they are going to get a lot of push from the field....And how about Jordan?
I love Augusta. The lush greenery, the lovely plants, the elevation, the little rivers and small stone bridges like a miniature village. Personally I think its one of the loveliest events.You know, I remember when The Masters was one of the very few HD games in town. Give credit to those old fossils who run Augusta National, they embraced high definition television early on. I think they're equally ready to dive into the 4k pool -- aren't they already doing it?
The Masters is no longer the jaw-dropping, exclusive eye candy it was during those first HD years, in terms of being a trend setter. But that golf course is still one of the most beautiful places on earth. I used to go to practice rounds way back when you could just drive up and buy a ticket (they're doled out on a lottery now). It's a testament to what extent man can manipulate nature, provided he has an unlimited budget with which to do it. I used to offer a crisp, new Franklin for anybody who went to the tournament who could bring back an actual weed from within the gates (honor system), or even a blade of dead grass! Nobody ever took me up on it. For sheer eye candy, this event can't really be beat on TV.
Oh, and go Jordan. Golf's next superstar. He might as well start rehearsing his typically-uncomfortable Butler Cabin speech now (can you believe they still do that?).