We played the Par 3 course twice, and played the regular course at least twice a day. My uncle usually took a nap in the afternoon so the afternoon round was reserved for the trips, and, boy, was that fun. We always took caddies and they were very helpful as we walked up and down the most exquisite fairways anywhere in the world.
We were there a week or so after Larry Mize defeated Greg Norman in 1987 with that most memorable playoff where David beat Goliath. My brothers and I had some shots we will always remember. I birdied #8 6 out of 8 rounds, one brother birdied #18 from the trees on the right of the right rough, and the other brother birdied #9 from 45 feet above the hole. We really took in the tradition, read all the plaques, walked across the bridges very slowly and tried to feel what it was like when people like, Sarazen, Hogan, Nelson, Palmer, and Nicklaus and the like traveled the same steps as we took. We tried to duplicate magnificent shots we had all seen on TV over the years.
A fabulous feeling, of course, and one that the three of us will cherish forever. Can you blame us? In the subsequent years, my wife and I were able to receive badges from my uncle to attend the tournament with him and his wife and daughter. A few years later, though, I became a PGA Member and was able to attend each and every Masters and over the years, that has been a lot of fun. I still get goose bumps walking through the main gate by the huge man made scoreboard.
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