As the song goes (sort of): “It’s the most…wonderful week…of the year…” Okay, not quite, and corny I know, but I really believe that. This is my favorite week of the golf season, with the history, tradition and drama of one of the most anticipated golf events of the year. In all the years of watching this tournament I’ve collected a lot of great golf memories centered around this tournament. Last week there were two pretty cool contests going on centered around Masters memories and what the masters means to us all — Geoff Shackelford held a Masters Memories contest on his blog called “The 1986 Masters, Where Were You?” , and My Golf Spy ran a contest about “What the Masters Means to You”. Even though both contests are now over, it’s worth checking out both posts and reading the comments on each one (53 on the Sackelford post, 130 on My Golf Spy), there are some great stories and Masters memories in both comments sections. So take a few minutes to read through them, I think you’ll enjoy it.
We here at NG Nation have our own Masters Memories, and we wanted to share with our readers what the Masters means to us:
“The Masters to me signifies the moment I started watching golf. It was 1997 and I was traveling with my Dad for work. We were staying in a hotel about 30mins outside of Augusta and the whole town was pumped up about this kid named Tiger Woods. I’ve been hooked on Tiger and golf ever since.
While my Masters memories only start in 1997, I haven’t missed one since. I’ve watched Tiger and Phil tear up Augusta since then. I also felt great pride when Mike Weir and Trevor Immelman won. I am a Canadian and I can never forget the coverage on news channels all over the county. Then again in 2008, Trevor Immelman came away with the win. It was the first time since 1978 that a South African won the event. My parents and two older brothers were born in South Africa, and 95% of my Aunts, Uncles and cousins currently reside there. The Masters have meant so much to me that I can never miss a moment.”
“When I was in high school, I never was into The Masters. But as my interest in golf developed, particularly after college, and especially now as I turn 30, golf is all I can think about outside of work, business school and a girlfriend. It’s funny…when The Masters comes around each April, I know that my own golf season in the Northeast is about to start. So to me, it really marks the start of perhaps the most exciting 6 to 7 months of the year. I watch the par-3 contest, and as much of Thursday and Friday rounds (at work), and of course Saturday and Sunday (like everyone else, with my dad). The first major means more to me than the first leg of the PGA Tour, because as I watch these pros play Hawaii, California, Arizona, and Florida, I know it’s still snowing out here. But when The Masters is on, I build so much exhiliration from watching these professionals contend AND I can go out there and play.
Today, it’s 40 degrees and raining in NYC. On April 6-7, I’ll be flying to Boston for a business trip, but you can be sure on the day I get back, as The Masters is in full form, I’ll be on the course playing my own Amen Corner.”
“The Masters (and golf majors in general) really came onto my radar in 1986, when Jack Nicklaus famously won his sixth green jacket. I vividly remember watching the final round on Sunday in my apartment in college, not believing what I was seeing and what Jack was doing. I had watched a fair amount of golf growing up, I remember Jim McKay doing the commentary on ABC, I had gotten a taste of major golf at the club where I caddied in high school (Brooklawn CC in Fairfield CT) when the U.S Women’s Open came there in 1979 (and later the U.S Senior Open was there in 1987), but the 1986 Masters was something truly special and that is when I caught the Masters (and majors) bug. I still get chills at the memory of how that back 9 on Sunday unfolded, and when Jack eventually won I couldn’t believe it. Since that year I’ve been in front of the TV every Masters weekend, my passion for the tournament growing every year. I’ve had the good fortune to attend the Wednesday practice round twice, in 1999 and last year, and having seen the course in person makes watching the tournament on TV all the more special.
It’s been 25 years since Jack’s historic victory, and I now start getting excited for the tournament about a week ahead of time. I follow the coverage all week long, culminating in the roars on Sunday afternoon and the champion donning the green jacket in the Sunday evening twilight. It’s been a 25-year love affair with the Masters for me, and I look forward to the next 25, and my love for the tournament growing even stronger with each passing year.”
Those are our Masters Memories, and what the Masters means to us. Make sure to read the comments in the contest posts at the links below, and feel free to leave a comment about what the Masters means to you, either in a comment on one of the contest posts or in a comment below this post. Enjoy the week, and who knows, maybe you’ll add another memory or two your collection.