The one time I got the invite of a lifetime, to play Augusta National, it was only a few weeks before The Masters. On property was Rory, Shane Lowry, Tom Brady, Scottie, the Chairman, Jimmy Dunne and more … it was power-packed and I was dizzy with the visuals.
On the course, which I played twice on that trip, it exceeded expectations. The walk was a lot of things, but if I were to use one word, it’d be “glorious.” Or, “magnificent.” Something I wouldn’t normally use to describe a round of golf.
And to play it requires “precision.” Which, for any golfer, but especially an amateur, is what makes it so difficult. We are not precise like they are. And from the tips, playing hard and fast, it’s the demand for that extreme level of precision that even tests The Best. Lies are so tight. Edges are so clean. Slopes are so extreme. Speeds are unlike anything we’ve seen.
From the member’s tees, rattle-bottom, I can’t imagine breaking 100 on a day like today. I would set over-under at 105. And for context: My current Index is 7.1, I have decent length, struggle with iron play, streaky short game and I consider myself a good putter. That being said, there would be plenty of bets on the over. Rightfully so.
Every shot, from tee to green, and then on the greens, requires strategy and skill. It’s relentless. Right, left, up, down. Get out of position, you pay. Dearly. It beats you down with a southern genteel charm, leaving you humbled and, at times, embarrassed. And I left with so much more respect for what these guys do and how they do it. (And mind you, I had a lot of respect going in.) The scores they card?! Unfathomable.
This week in particular, buckle up. It’ll be defensive. Destructive. Demoralizing. More middle fingers and slammed clubs. A guess on winning score? It might just be -5.