Just a shade more than a month to go.
Easter Sunday falls on April 1 and it is a day to proclaim the good news.
HE Is Risen! And The Masters begins that week.
The Masters can’t get here fast enough.
After checking out the bad gallery behavior that has been a feature on the PGA Tour this year, it’s time for some decorum, time for good behavior, time for people who appreciate where they are and the history of what are golf’s hallowed grounds.
Can’t wait for The Masters.
It was hard not to notice the weird stuff that goes on when Tiger Woods plays. It’s getting worse. Last week at the Honda, might have been the second round, some yobo screamed “Mashed Potatoes!” at impact on a Woods tee shot. Seriously?
Seems countless spectators are obsessed with screaming “Tiiiiiguuuuuurrr!” enough times to make you want to scream “Eldrick!” just to be different.
Then there was the Justin Thomas incident last Sunday at the Honda.
When Thomas was preparing to hit his tee shot at the par four 16th, some bozo screamed something like “hit it in the water!”
J.T. shook that off and laced one and while his shot was in the air, the same bozo screamed something like “get in the bunker!”
Thomas had enough, faced the guy down and had him ejected from the course.
J.T. took a lot of heat for it on social media but what the heck? J.T. and Rory McIlroy were paired with Tiger Woods at the Genesis two weeks ago and it got out of hand enough that Rory had a fan ejected from Riviera.
After taking the social media heat, J.T. came back and said he regretted having the rowdy fan ejected from PGA National.
Which brings us back to Augusta National.
There’s a reason The Masters is the toughest ticket in sports, there’s a reason the players love the tournament more than any other.
It’s all done right at Augusta.
No screaming, no blurting “Mashed Potatoes” or the other crazy one “Baba-Louie” and certainly no one screaming “Get in the hole!” when players hit drives on par fives.
What you get at Augusta National are roars — real roars — roars that echo through the back nine. The back nine sits down in a bowl on the property and the roars are amazing. Back in the day, the patrons would tell you “that’s a Palmer roar” or “that’s a Nicklaus roar.”
Then there came the “Tiger roars.”
People don’t get rowdy at Augusta National, no one wants to be escorted out. You also stand the risk of getting zapped off the patron ticket list.
Folk are very careful who they give their tickets to if they aren’t attending in person. Give ’em to the wrong person and you might lose them permanently. Give them to someone who’s trying to scalp them off the property and there’s no doubt you’re done on the ticket list.
Things are getting a bit out of hand at a lot of PGA Tour stops and the tour isn’t doing much about it.
The good news is that the PGA Tour has nothing to do with The Masters.
Nothing at all.
This one’s run by Fred Ridley and his committees.
The Masters can’t get here soon enough.