The Masters - The Glory of Spring
For middle aged men, the first golf major of the year, played at the Augusta National in Georgia, known simply as The Masters , is probably the apogee of sporting entertainment. It is the perfect mix of sport, history, tradition, prestige and the hopeful budding beauty of spring. That one magical weekend in April we all get immersed in this unique event held on one of the most beautiful pieces of real-estate on the planet. The course, at that time of year is so spectacularly pretty, it almost looks as if the players are walking around in a magical, make-believe world. The only major played on the same course every year, The Masters never fails to deliver come Sunday evening. The saying 'The Masters doesn't start until the back nine on Sunday' is probably the most recognised phrase in the world of golf. The sheer drama and exhilaration which always unfolds on that Sunday afternoon in April is pure sporting gold. The highs and the lows, the shattered dreams and the inevitab...
