My trip to Augusta, April 27, 2008
This has to be one of my favorite posts. On Saturday I flew down to Augusta, GA with two friends, David Brussin and Adam Victor, to meet up with my cousin, Turner Simkins, and his family. Turner is currently heading up the Hammond's Ferry development, which is a really cool new urban project building an entire community on the river in Augusta. Definitely check it out. After we arrived, we drove to Turner's parent's riverfront house. Roy and Sarah own property that runs down the river, and it has some amazing swamps, creeks, forests, and views:
The big thing on the agenda for our trip? Playing the Augusta National golf course. For those of you who don't play or follow golf, Augusta National is the home to the annual Master's Tournament, and is arguably the most famous and without question one of the most beautiful golf courses in the world. One of the founders of the course was Bobby Jones, one of the best golfers to ever play the game.
How was it? Unbelievable. I have only been playing since about last summer, so I wasn't expecting to play well, and I think David and Adam were on the same page. We teed off around 11:15am on Sunday the 27th, hoping to beat out the weather that we were told was in the area. The front nine was absolutely incredible. The greens? As advertised. It was like putting on hardwood floors. A light tap with the putter and the ball rolled 15 feet, often in the opposite direction (at least when I was putting).
Lunch was waiting for us at the turn, and we heard our first thunder. After the 10th hole the fun really begins, if it hasn't already, as you enter Amen's Corner. These three back-to-back-to-back holes are absolutely breathtaking, with the par three hole #12 (Golden Bell) probably being one of the most famous holes in all of golf.
After surviving 11 and 12, Turner and I already teed off at 13 when the weather siren sounded, suspending play. We stuck tees in the fairway for our two shots, and then decided to head over to check out Hammond's Ferry during the suspension.
About an hour and a half later we were back on the course, greeted by our caddies. My caddy was Al, who knew exactly what to tell me when I needed to hear it. My favorite quote from Al of the day, "Well, that was the right club, but the wrong body." He knew that I could really only hit 7 and up irons, so he always handed me clubs for laying up instead of going for it (which paid dividends during the round). My first shot after the rain delay was with a 3-wood on the par four 13, which surprisingly ended up being one of my best wood shots of the day, landing 10yds from the creek in front of the green, ideal for a 20yd pitch.
However, my favorite shot of the day came at 17, when I flirted with danger with the Eisenhower Tree, barely missing the branches. After being stuck about 165yds out in the left rough, Al handed me a 6-iron to approach. I don't know what happened (maybe I kept my head down?), but I cranked the shot and put the ball on the edge of the green in front of the pin, for a birdie putt (my fourth opportunity of the day, and probably closest). Alas, I wasn't able to sink the put, but settled for par. Here's a shot of David outing from the bunker on 17:
We then proceeded to 18, when our nerves from teeing off on the first hole returned. In those two situations, you can't help but imagine that Jack or Arnold are watching on. We all successfully teed off, and proceeded up the fairway, approaching the clubhouse as we got closer. We all ended, with some of us having more trouble than others (including myself). Here's a picture of me teeing off on 18.
How did I do? I had a great round (for me), breaking 100 with a 99. I only used one ball, which I almost more proud of, with only one sand shot (thank god). Both that ball and my scorecard are promptly going on my wall in a green-trimmed frame with one of my favorite photos I took that day:
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