Going to a tournament I’ve played in previously, then not playing, would normally be really frustrating for me. And annoying. At heart, I still feel like I’m a golfer. So, I’d rather be playing than watching.
But the Masters is different.
I was there this year as a spectator and it really was a treat to be at Augusta National. Exciting too. I’m lucky, of course. As a past major champion I get invited every year. And I really get looked after. My ticket also gave me a parking pass inside the grounds. So, I got to drive up Magnolia Lane every day, which is a bit special. It was no surprise that everyone staying in our rented house wanted to jump in the car with me each morning.
My first stop on day one was the professional’s shop. Again, I’m fortunate. Not everyone gets to
