Masters. Augusta National Golf Club is baking in the sunshine of an early summer in Georgia. The yellow flags flutter in the winds, stoking excitement and aspirations.
The first thing you would notice upon arrival at this iconic temple of golf is an impossibly curated veneer. The tiniest details receive attention – the even blades of grass and carefully painted patches ensure that your eyes stay soaked in pristine green for as long as they can see. Of course, the punctuation is just as much in order as the phrases.
Even the pine straw at the foot of the thousands of trees is neatly organized in spherical blobs. And the Azaleas, are a riot of colour, ushering in the unfolding romance of the Masters.
The canvas is ready, as it always is. And the artists, neat and proper, drive through Magnolia Lane nervously, hoping to find their best strokes.
Each has a trusted lieutenant dressed in white overalls with a sharp rectangular label on the back. The name of the artist sits on the label in bold green capitals. A sturdy strap slides across the caddie’s shoulder, carrying a quiver full of brushes, a million prayers, and many hopes.
The grass on the tees is cut to 7.94mm, as are the surrounding swales and rough edges around the greens. The fairways are trimmed to measure 34.93mm. The collars measure 6.35mm, while the greens, the site of many destinies, are set to a caressing length of 3.18mm.
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