My son Thomas and I flew this morning to Atlanta and upon landing, drove to Augusta, Georgia. We got there around 4:30 pm. Unlike him, I'm not a golfer and had no expectation whatsoever with attending a major tournament like this one. This classic golf event must be like was Kitzbuehel is to skiing.
The crowds seem huge, even though attendance to the event is regulated by a set number of admissions. We still got a chance to watch the last groups of players and stayed until the end of the day's events, around 6:30 pm or so. I was struck by the course sheer beauty and of its seemingly difficult features. The competitors seemed on top of their game and yet appeared to have moments of hesitation, apprehension and (perhaps) doubts.
The big deal for me about golfing is unlike most other sports, the preparation that seems endless, the execution that's instantaneous and – in most cases – the aftermath that is visible and incredibly revealing in a player's body language.
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