Sunday at the Masters

Marooned in New Hampshire this spring, I’m watching the Masters by myself—on television.

The Augusta National, to those of us who grew up nearby, is a sacred place—not in the same way as Iona or Stonehenge maybe, but holy ground, in its own way. Time there with family and friends, enjoying one of the most beautiful pieces of real estate on God’s magnificent planet, prayers uttered, disappointments suffered, joy and celebration, maybe even a little communion.

In absentia this year, I’m fascinated by the story lines. A broadcaster’s job is to keep the viewer interested, as if we need their commentary to keep us glued to our television sets for this annual spring ritual. Here are a few narratives I’ve noticed:

  • An older golfer being honored
  • An amateur impressing us, a surprise contender
  • A dominant golfer making mincemeat of the course
  • The unique perspective of international players
  • A golfer with some aspect of his life claiming our sympathy, e.g., a wife with cancer
  • A golfer approaching some sort of record (back to back wins?)
  • Real competition on the golf course—Remember Arnie’s charges?

Stories we never know anything about are also part of the Masters every year.

  • A happy couple naming their baby after the winning golfer.
  • A player or a fan battling alcoholism.
  • The unexpected illness of a patron who hasn’t missed a tournament in forty years.
  • Two teenagers falling in love on the sixteenth green.
  • A wife finding out her husband went to the Masters with his girlfriend.
  • A patron suffering a heart attack on the golf course.
  • Someone in New Hampshire enjoying Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while he watches the match on TV. Cherry Garcia,

We all have stories. They’re not all on television.

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7 thoughts on “Sunday at the Masters

  1. Al Jacobs

    Marion, you’ve had a good time in NH but you have missed the loveliest spring at home that we have had in many years. It’s been dry, cool and breezy. The greens at the National are like glass.
    Al

  2. A friend sent this email comment: Here’s another story. A retired Major General who is the kindest, sincerest man one could hope to meet, has been very ill and is currently in Jim’s building for rehabilitation and has been so kind taking time with Jim.
    Today the General had a visit from an old friend with whom he usually goes to the Masters and for lunch they have Pimento Cheese sandwiches and strawberries. Today the friend’s daughter brought her Dad in his wheelchair to the General’s room with a picnic hamper containing pimento cheese sandwiches and strawberries. They put the Masters on TV and watched and ate together! Sweet!!

  3. Anne Walker

    I just love reading your thoughts. No body quite says it like you!

    Sent from my iPhone

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  4. Loved the blog post, Marion. It brought back many memories of our twelve years in New England, which we loved. Watching the Masters every year was bittersweet because I knew that azaleas and dogwoods were blooming, and grass was green far away , but I couldn’t see them outside our windows. Hope you enjoyed the wild back nine on Sunday and your Ben & Jerry’s!

    • Loved this year’s Masters. What a back nine! Wow. Loving my time in NH too. Yesterday was tough. Three (3) people in church and a busted pipe leading to the furnace. Flooded the kitchen. Real challenges.

  5. Karen Martin

    Did you enjoy the ice cream?

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