What does it take to play a round at Augusta?
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YES YOU KIDNAP ONE OF THE AMATEURS BEFORE THE TOURNY AND TAKE HIS PLACE:+cool-1+
kelp0027
EOG Dedicated
..
..augusta national does have african american members; and has so for years...!!!
i say oprah should be invited to join; they'd get 2fer action; and , everyone loves oprah...
but hootie and augusta national will NEVER allow themselves to be intindated by a buncha bull dyke lesbos and jesses jackson' Rent-a-riot crew..!!
jmho...
gl
:nono
..augusta national does have african american members; and has so for years...!!!
i say oprah should be invited to join; they'd get 2fer action; and , everyone loves oprah...
but hootie and augusta national will NEVER allow themselves to be intindated by a buncha bull dyke lesbos and jesses jackson' Rent-a-riot crew..!!
jmho...
gl
:nono
dirty
EOG Master
10k in Green will get your ass Turned away....Their are Fortune 500 CEO's that get turned down to become members.....It is a Very Exclusive and private Club.....Hell they have Turned down Ted Turner, Bill Gates and Many others. The Members list is Private and noone knows for sure who is a member....there have been black Members for over 30 years.....Just noone knew about it as the Members list is private. Always has been and always will..
Nicklaus is the only Pro Golfer that is a member.....Hell even Arnie can't go play there unless invited by a Guest any other time of the Year except Masters week. Money and Fame mean Nothing at Augusta National Golf Club....
Nicklaus is the only Pro Golfer that is a member.....Hell even Arnie can't go play there unless invited by a Guest any other time of the Year except Masters week. Money and Fame mean Nothing at Augusta National Golf Club....
ArchieBunker
EOG Dedicated
MCP,
The following are the ways you can play Augusta:
1. Be a member
2. Play as a guest of a member
3. After the club reopens in October a player that's qualified for that next
year's tournament can play the course, but he can't bring guests unless
a member agree's to play with him and his guests.
4. All US Amateur champs are considered honorary members and can play the
the course but they can't bring guests. Also, they can play in the Par 3
tourney each year.
If Tiger wants to play the course he can but if he wants to bring a guest or two he has to get a member to play with him and his guests. Just because he's defending champion he doesn't have member privleges.
Dirty,
Palmer is a member also. He and Jack are the only two pro golfers that are members.
Also, if you're playing the course and your member has to leave then you leave also. Each member is allowed to have just three guests on the property at one time.
The following are the ways you can play Augusta:
1. Be a member
2. Play as a guest of a member
3. After the club reopens in October a player that's qualified for that next
year's tournament can play the course, but he can't bring guests unless
a member agree's to play with him and his guests.
4. All US Amateur champs are considered honorary members and can play the
the course but they can't bring guests. Also, they can play in the Par 3
tourney each year.
If Tiger wants to play the course he can but if he wants to bring a guest or two he has to get a member to play with him and his guests. Just because he's defending champion he doesn't have member privleges.
Dirty,
Palmer is a member also. He and Jack are the only two pro golfers that are members.
Also, if you're playing the course and your member has to leave then you leave also. Each member is allowed to have just three guests on the property at one time.
UWinSports
Banned
$200 with a cart
GL and God Bless
GL and God Bless
ArchieBunker
EOG Dedicated
MCP.
No problem. Glad to have cleared things up. They keep the membership right around 300. A couple die off each year and they actually have people quit from time to time. I've heard the surest way not to be asked to be a member is to actually try to get invited to join.
No problem. Glad to have cleared things up. They keep the membership right around 300. A couple die off each year and they actually have people quit from time to time. I've heard the surest way not to be asked to be a member is to actually try to get invited to join.
Doc Mercer
EOG Master
Augusta National Golf Club members list
The Augusta National Golf Club membership list obtained by USA TODAY covers a time frame within the last two years. The membership list is fluid and changes as members resign, die or leave the club. USA TODAY did not include those identified as former or deceased members.
The Augusta National Golf Club membership list obtained by USA TODAY covers a time frame within the last two years. The membership list is fluid and changes as members resign, die or leave the club. USA TODAY did not include those identified as former or deceased members.
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Lloyd Ward, the first black CEO of the U.S. Olympic Committee and an Augusta member
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[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Despite a few extra putts, the "Everybody Loves Raymond" star says he kept smiling. Sort of.
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</td> </tr> </tbody></table> Breaking 100 At Augusta
Every year, on Monday after the Masters, Ray Romano plays Augusta National from the tips. Last year he played his best round yet, and...
By Ray Romano
Golf Digest
April 2006
[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I STILL REMEMBER THE PHONE CALL. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I was in my dressing room on the "Everybody Loves Raymond" stage when my assistant called to say CBS President Leslie Moonves was on the line. We were in our fourth season and had started to do pretty well in the ratings, but not great. I wasn't about to rule out that this was the "cancellation call," that I was now officially out of the business and had to give back all the money. Hesitantly, I answered the phone. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"Hello?" [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"Hey, Ray, Les Moonves. How are you?" [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I wanted to say, "Cut the lame small talk; just stick the knife in me and be done with it." Instead I went with, "Fine." Then I laughed lamely, coughed and said, "Excuse me." [/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]There was a short, awkward silence, and then, "So, you wanna come play Augusta?" [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Again, silence. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Did I hear right? Did he say, "play Augusta"? I think he did, and if he did, then holy crap, that's the exact opposite of canceling the show and taking back all my money. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]As suave as I could, I said, "Augusta? Yeah, why not?" while trying hard not to let him hear the Tom Cruise jump I was doing on my couch. I couldn't believe it. Not only would I get to see the Masters in person, I'd be playing Augusta National with some CBS bigwigs the day after. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]The first thing I had to do was explain to my wife, who knows nothing about sports, that I really needed to leave her and our four kids for three days so I could watch and then play golf. Somehow I needed to explain the enormity of this invitation. Terms like "Mecca" and "Holy Land" have little effect on someone who cares nothing about golf. I had to put this in terms she could relate to. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"Honey, it's like you got an invitation to the land where they make Gucci. . . . " [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Almost. She almost understood. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]" . . . and Bon Jovi lived there." [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Boom! Now she got it. There's no way I wasn't going. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]We arrived on Friday of the 2000 Masters and hopped in a CBS golf cart for a ride to the clubhouse. That's when I used my cell phone for one of those "Guess where I am?" calls to my buddy Claude in New York. Suddenly, Les Moonves panicked. "Put that phone away, Ray. They're not allowed here. Holy s---, we'll lose the account." [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I apologized, put it away and thought, Man, this is cool. I'm at the only golf course in the world that can make the most powerful man in show business panic. I couldn't wait to call Claude and tell him. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]On Sunday, Moonves, me and a couple of other execs watched the final round from the press stands on Amen Corner. We had a great view of the approach shots at 11, the entire par-3 12th and the tee shot for the par-5 13th. We watched about the last 10 groups come through, and then walked to the 18th to see Vijay win. Absolutely thrilling. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]That night I slept like a fat kid on Christmas Eve. I looked at the clock every 10 minutes, just willing the morning to arrive. Somehow I got two or three hours sleep, and Monday we drove to the no-nonsense security checkpoint at the entrance to Magnolia Lane, where everyone had to show his official invitation from the club. They even demanded a picture ID. For a minute, I got a little scared. This was Augusta. They have their own rules. What if they run my name through their computer, find out I owe late fees at Blockbuster and ban me? Before I could really panic, they waved us through. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]That day I made a promise to myself that with respect to the tradition and history of the ground we were on, I would always play by the rules. That meant no mulligans, no gimmes, no "I'll just drop it here." I really wanted to see what I could shoot on the same course that Vijay, Tiger and the boys had faced on Sunday -- same tees, same hole locations. My handicap then had fluctuated between 14 and 17, and I set a goal for myself: I wanted to break 100 from the tips. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]That first year I shot 106, but it wasn't without some memorable moments. I finished with a par on 18, and even better was parring the 13th, the same hole Ernie Els would make an 8 on in 2002. You hear that, Claude? On one of the most famous holes in golf I beat Ernie Els by three shots. Of course, I don't think he ever six-putted No. 14. That's right, six-putted. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]But here's the beauty of playing Augusta: Even after six-putting, the smile never left my face. It never does when I'm there. That's the magic of the place. You get swept up in the beauty, the history and the colors. When I saw the course in person for the first time, the green of the fairways blew me away. It's like green in High Def. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Last year, I returned for what I'm afraid might be my last round at Augusta. It was two months after we'd filmed the last episode of "Everybody Loves Raymond." I had to be realistic. This was a great perk of having a CBS show, but it wouldn't last forever. And if this was my last time, I was determined to come away with a score in double digits. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]In my foursome are two agents and one of Les Moonves' writer friends. All three are single-digit handicappers, but for some reason they don't want to play the back tees. I explain that I have a 16-handicap, but I still want to play the tournament tees. It's tradition. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]They tell me it's fine if I wanna play the tips, but they're gonna play up front. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Oh boy. Now I have a dilemma. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]It was 7,290 yards from the tips then, and 6,365 from the fronts. If I break 100 from the front tees, it won't mean the same. On the other hand, if I play the backs it might get weird when I dub one 50 yards and don't even reach them. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"C'mon, guys," I say. "If you get to take batting practice at Yankee Stadium, are you gonna take it from second base?" [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]No response. I got a little desperate. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"Bon Jovi would play the tips." [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]They played the fronts; I played the backs. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]
[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Standing on that first tee, I tell myself that all I need to do to reach my goal of breaking 100 is to shoot 27 over par or better. I remind myself to have fun and not think about score. Then I remind myself that breaking 100 would make it fun, so I'll probably be thinking about my score. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]With that, I pull my opening tee shot way left over the trees, into the ninth fairway. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Calm down, stupid. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]My next shot sails majestically over the trees and back into the first fairway, leaving me 60 yards from the hole. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Not bad. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]My third stops one foot from the hole. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Calm down, stupid. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I make the putt, and I'm even par at Augusta after one hole. You hear that, Claude? If this was the Masters, I'd be on the leader board! [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]After a bogey and a double bring me back to reality, I stand on the 205-yard fourth trying to decide between a 4- and a 5-iron. It's downhill, so I hit the 5-iron. As it sails right for the pin I worry out loud: [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"Is it enough? Is it enough?" [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]If it was enough, why I am holding a sand wedge? [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I try to blast out of the bunker, and the ball goes nowhere. Double bogey. It doesn't seem right to curse at Augusta, but I do. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]On the 455-yard fifth I hit driver, 5-iron to pin-high on the left. I need a flop shot over the bunker to get it close. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I flop it into the bunker. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Another curse, a small whimper and a guttural half-yell. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I blast out to six feet. This would be a moral victory to come away with a bogey. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I sink it. I'm back. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]On the 180-yard sixth, I hit a good tee shot just on the fringe but follow it with a terrible chip. Why? Because I'm a stupid man with body odor. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I tell the agents I'll miss them as I hike 80 yards back to my tee on the 410-yard seventh. In the history of the Masters, I'd learn later, no pro had ever scored higher than 8 on this hole. Time to make history. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Ten. . . . I got a 10. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Why? Because I'm a hack and my face is ugly. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Even with that disaster, I refuse to give up. I'm actually driving the ball great, which gives me hope. The surprising thing about Augusta is how wide open it plays. It always looked narrow on TV, but in reality it's not. Even so, I finish the front nine with a bogey on 8 and a triple on 9. When I look at the damage, it says 53. That's 17 over par. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I need a hug. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Despite a few extra putts, the "Everybody Loves Raymond" star says he kept smiling. Sort of.Photographs: Tom Caltabiano
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</td> </tr> </tbody></table> Breaking 100 At Augusta Every year, on Monday after the Masters, Ray Romano plays Augusta National from the tips. Last year he played his best round yet, and...
By Ray Romano
Golf Digest
April 2006
[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I STILL REMEMBER THE PHONE CALL. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I was in my dressing room on the "Everybody Loves Raymond" stage when my assistant called to say CBS President Leslie Moonves was on the line. We were in our fourth season and had started to do pretty well in the ratings, but not great. I wasn't about to rule out that this was the "cancellation call," that I was now officially out of the business and had to give back all the money. Hesitantly, I answered the phone. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"Hello?" [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"Hey, Ray, Les Moonves. How are you?" [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I wanted to say, "Cut the lame small talk; just stick the knife in me and be done with it." Instead I went with, "Fine." Then I laughed lamely, coughed and said, "Excuse me." [/FONT]
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[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]There was a short, awkward silence, and then, "So, you wanna come play Augusta?" [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Again, silence. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Did I hear right? Did he say, "play Augusta"? I think he did, and if he did, then holy crap, that's the exact opposite of canceling the show and taking back all my money. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]As suave as I could, I said, "Augusta? Yeah, why not?" while trying hard not to let him hear the Tom Cruise jump I was doing on my couch. I couldn't believe it. Not only would I get to see the Masters in person, I'd be playing Augusta National with some CBS bigwigs the day after. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]The first thing I had to do was explain to my wife, who knows nothing about sports, that I really needed to leave her and our four kids for three days so I could watch and then play golf. Somehow I needed to explain the enormity of this invitation. Terms like "Mecca" and "Holy Land" have little effect on someone who cares nothing about golf. I had to put this in terms she could relate to. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"Honey, it's like you got an invitation to the land where they make Gucci. . . . " [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Almost. She almost understood. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]" . . . and Bon Jovi lived there." [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Boom! Now she got it. There's no way I wasn't going. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]We arrived on Friday of the 2000 Masters and hopped in a CBS golf cart for a ride to the clubhouse. That's when I used my cell phone for one of those "Guess where I am?" calls to my buddy Claude in New York. Suddenly, Les Moonves panicked. "Put that phone away, Ray. They're not allowed here. Holy s---, we'll lose the account." [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I apologized, put it away and thought, Man, this is cool. I'm at the only golf course in the world that can make the most powerful man in show business panic. I couldn't wait to call Claude and tell him. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]On Sunday, Moonves, me and a couple of other execs watched the final round from the press stands on Amen Corner. We had a great view of the approach shots at 11, the entire par-3 12th and the tee shot for the par-5 13th. We watched about the last 10 groups come through, and then walked to the 18th to see Vijay win. Absolutely thrilling. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]That night I slept like a fat kid on Christmas Eve. I looked at the clock every 10 minutes, just willing the morning to arrive. Somehow I got two or three hours sleep, and Monday we drove to the no-nonsense security checkpoint at the entrance to Magnolia Lane, where everyone had to show his official invitation from the club. They even demanded a picture ID. For a minute, I got a little scared. This was Augusta. They have their own rules. What if they run my name through their computer, find out I owe late fees at Blockbuster and ban me? Before I could really panic, they waved us through. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]That day I made a promise to myself that with respect to the tradition and history of the ground we were on, I would always play by the rules. That meant no mulligans, no gimmes, no "I'll just drop it here." I really wanted to see what I could shoot on the same course that Vijay, Tiger and the boys had faced on Sunday -- same tees, same hole locations. My handicap then had fluctuated between 14 and 17, and I set a goal for myself: I wanted to break 100 from the tips. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]That first year I shot 106, but it wasn't without some memorable moments. I finished with a par on 18, and even better was parring the 13th, the same hole Ernie Els would make an 8 on in 2002. You hear that, Claude? On one of the most famous holes in golf I beat Ernie Els by three shots. Of course, I don't think he ever six-putted No. 14. That's right, six-putted. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]But here's the beauty of playing Augusta: Even after six-putting, the smile never left my face. It never does when I'm there. That's the magic of the place. You get swept up in the beauty, the history and the colors. When I saw the course in person for the first time, the green of the fairways blew me away. It's like green in High Def. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Last year, I returned for what I'm afraid might be my last round at Augusta. It was two months after we'd filmed the last episode of "Everybody Loves Raymond." I had to be realistic. This was a great perk of having a CBS show, but it wouldn't last forever. And if this was my last time, I was determined to come away with a score in double digits. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]In my foursome are two agents and one of Les Moonves' writer friends. All three are single-digit handicappers, but for some reason they don't want to play the back tees. I explain that I have a 16-handicap, but I still want to play the tournament tees. It's tradition. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]They tell me it's fine if I wanna play the tips, but they're gonna play up front. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Oh boy. Now I have a dilemma. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]It was 7,290 yards from the tips then, and 6,365 from the fronts. If I break 100 from the front tees, it won't mean the same. On the other hand, if I play the backs it might get weird when I dub one 50 yards and don't even reach them. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"C'mon, guys," I say. "If you get to take batting practice at Yankee Stadium, are you gonna take it from second base?" [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]No response. I got a little desperate. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"Bon Jovi would play the tips." [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]They played the fronts; I played the backs. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]
[/FONT] [FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Standing on that first tee, I tell myself that all I need to do to reach my goal of breaking 100 is to shoot 27 over par or better. I remind myself to have fun and not think about score. Then I remind myself that breaking 100 would make it fun, so I'll probably be thinking about my score. [/FONT][FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]With that, I pull my opening tee shot way left over the trees, into the ninth fairway. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Calm down, stupid. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]My next shot sails majestically over the trees and back into the first fairway, leaving me 60 yards from the hole. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Not bad. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]My third stops one foot from the hole. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Calm down, stupid. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I make the putt, and I'm even par at Augusta after one hole. You hear that, Claude? If this was the Masters, I'd be on the leader board! [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]After a bogey and a double bring me back to reality, I stand on the 205-yard fourth trying to decide between a 4- and a 5-iron. It's downhill, so I hit the 5-iron. As it sails right for the pin I worry out loud: [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]"Is it enough? Is it enough?" [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]If it was enough, why I am holding a sand wedge? [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I try to blast out of the bunker, and the ball goes nowhere. Double bogey. It doesn't seem right to curse at Augusta, but I do. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]On the 455-yard fifth I hit driver, 5-iron to pin-high on the left. I need a flop shot over the bunker to get it close. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I flop it into the bunker. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Another curse, a small whimper and a guttural half-yell. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I blast out to six feet. This would be a moral victory to come away with a bogey. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I sink it. I'm back. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]On the 180-yard sixth, I hit a good tee shot just on the fringe but follow it with a terrible chip. Why? Because I'm a stupid man with body odor. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I tell the agents I'll miss them as I hike 80 yards back to my tee on the 410-yard seventh. In the history of the Masters, I'd learn later, no pro had ever scored higher than 8 on this hole. Time to make history. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Ten. . . . I got a 10. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Why? Because I'm a hack and my face is ugly. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]Even with that disaster, I refuse to give up. I'm actually driving the ball great, which gives me hope. The surprising thing about Augusta is how wide open it plays. It always looked narrow on TV, but in reality it's not. Even so, I finish the front nine with a bogey on 8 and a triple on 9. When I look at the damage, it says 53. That's 17 over par. [/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana,Arial,sans-serif]I need a hug. [/FONT]
Doc Mercer
EOG Master
Pioneer:
some of the stuff that has kicked out members is unbelievable
some of the stuff that has kicked out members is unbelievable
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EOG Master
Chris: they do and 40 members of the media get to tee it
Augusta holds a lottery for media members every year; if your number gets picked, you get to play on Monday. The pins are left in the same positions as they were on Sunday, so if you play the back tees, you're playing virtually the same course the touring pros played the day before.
Augusta holds a lottery for media members every year; if your number gets picked, you get to play on Monday. The pins are left in the same positions as they were on Sunday, so if you play the back tees, you're playing virtually the same course the touring pros played the day before.
Shortbus
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interesting that 45 and 47 are the youngest members and that almost all of them are in their late 60's at best.
That article by Ramano was AWESOME. Took me right there.
That part about Les Moonves freaking because of the cell phone is nuts too!
There's NO WAY I'd last at that place, though it's VERY cool about the tradition and how they are still keeping to it.
That article by Ramano was AWESOME. Took me right there.
That part about Les Moonves freaking because of the cell phone is nuts too!
There's NO WAY I'd last at that place, though it's VERY cool about the tradition and how they are still keeping to it.
