For thirty plus years, I have never played golf late on Masters’ Sunday. It’s like Nadal’s grittiness at the French Open .... hanging in there and getting the job done. Bottom line: I can sit on a sofa with the best of them.
Partly out of boredom and partly out of social protest, my amazing endurance record ended today after JS birdied 13. Chris Buie and I left GCA world headquarters and headed out for a quick eight holes at the Royal & Ancient Southern Pines GC.
There were a few ways that this Masters might have become riveting. One of them COULD HAVE BEEN on 11 after JS blocked his tee ball. For me, the trees mandated a set, prudent chip out. JS played it to perfection as well as the subsequent pitch to secure par. Sensible golf but not Masters’ Sunday spectacular.
Suppose there hadn’t been any (or at least fewer) trees. What might have happened? Alas, we will never know.
Perhaps, he plays the same prudent bullet chip way right but maybe not. Having a go at the green would have been memorable, one way or another. The intangible ‘will he or won’t he’ seemed absent this year. Do you agree?
Playing this afternoon brought me no great satisfaction as my streak ended but the lack of swashbuckling golf didn’t warrant staying put.