The three of us drove to Augusta, and waited in the parking lot across from Magnolia Lane for the member to arrive in his car. We then followed the member onto the grounds. We had breakfast and then were able to go inside the Eisenhower cabin. That was followed by a visit to the driving range. After hitting balls for a while I noticed a person standing behind me. He was dressed in white coveralls with a green hat. My caddy! He just stood there, watching me. Very intimidating, to say the least.
The day was cold and windy. I didn't care. I was in heaven. I had the following goals: break 100 (I'm a 12 handicap) and par 12, 13 and 15. I shot an 87, parred 12 and 13 but put my drive into the woods on 15 and got a double bogey. I brought my camera along and my caddy, a wonderful, friendly young man, carried it throughout the round. Photos were taken as I walked across Hogan's Bridge and whenever we arrived at any any other historical locations. The Azaleas were still in bloom.
There are two tees at Augusta on each hole, one for members and the other for the Master's tournament. I recall walking off the difference before we teed off on 18. It was 90 yards! Even with that advantage I was only able to get to the fairway bunker on the left of the fairway with my drive.
We didn't stay for dinner and we had to precede the member off the grounds. All the way back to Atlanta I remained mostly quiet in the back seat. I kept thinking that if given the opportunity to do anything related to sports, what would it be? Play center field for one inning at Yankee Stadium? Drive a lap during the Indianapolis 500? Play quarterback during one series for the Packers? No. It was doing what I had just done.
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