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Golf Australia Express : April 2013-The Masters
Any other tournament on a reasonable tour has TVs in corporate boxes or big screens all over the course so you can experience what’s taking place in every group. Some events even have sales of tiny TV screens that hang around your neck so you won’t miss a shot. Not at Augusta. Another quirk of tournament golf I love about The Masters is that--even in the practice rounds--the only people allowed inside the ropes are the Augusta National members, players, rules officials and caddies (in that order). Quite often I’ve walked the course during the practice rounds and chatted with Butch Harmon or Hank Haney as they attempted to get a glimpse of one of their players. Their frustration was hard to conceal. Anywhere else in the golf world these two teaching gurus are treated like gods. Not at Augusta. Here they have to dodge and weave through the pines like any other patron. The food is also something of a surprise. It’s cheap... and it should be because next to no effort goes into the catering. Two pieces of rye bread slapped together with a slither of American mustard and a slice of supermarket turkey passes as cuisine. And that’s always been the sandwich of choice for me. I dare you to try a pimento cheese sandwich and walk away with a smile--impossible if you’re from this part of the world. Try serving this up anywhere else in sport and see what happens? But at Augusta, buy a $1.50 turkey sandwich washed down with a dollar Coke and crisps and off you go to get another glimpse of Tiger. The Masters knows how special it is. Nothing too drastic will change any time soon. If you have the means, get over there for what is always a trip of a lifetime. You know you want to. OTG THIS YEAR marks the eighth time I’ve ventured to the most exciting golf event in the world. I love The Masters. There’s nothing left like it in sport. Ironically, the quirk of not moving with the times or adopting technology has helped foster the myth and legend of Augusta. Apart from the equipment the players are using and the crazy length of the golf course, it’s like going back to the 1970s. On course, the only real way to keep up with the ebbs and flows of the tournament is to park yourself in front of a scoreboard and watch the numbers go up with the cheers from the crowd. EVEN WITH AN ANNUAL PILGRIMAGE TO GEORGIA FOR THE MASTERS, AUGUSTA NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE ME, WRITES MARK ALLEN. REFLECTIONS OF AUGUSTA TELL US YOUR THOUGHTS TELL US YOUR THOUGHTS LOOKING TO IMPROVE YOUR GAME? www.findapgapro.com.au DPS BA with Mark Allen MARCO'S MUSE I dare you totrya pimento cheese sandwich and walk away with a smile--it's impossible.