NAPLES — Each year about this time I about jump out of my skin daily as that magic week in April approaches.
I always have revered Augusta, the Masters, and Mr. Bob Jones. What Mr. Jones created is truly both unique and very special. It’s historical, timeless, and each year seems to live up to its immense pre-billing.
As Augusta approaches, I actually get a bit antsy. I can’t read enough of the articles written in various publications about every armchair expert’s opinion on who will be crowned this years Masters champion.
The week of the event, beginning Monday during dinner, I begin being transfixed to the Golf Channel’s broadcasts, and my attention hangs on every word, every prediction. Who will win? Why? Who won’t win? Why not?
On Masters Sunday, I never teach past noon. Never! As CBS goes on the air on Masters Sunday, little Tommy Patri, just as he has been since age 11, is glued to the boob tube not ever missing one single second. This year’s Sunday broadcast will be no different.
Who will win? Who knows? Augusta has that unique ability each year — regardless of whether it is the odds-on favorite or a long shot trying to win his first major coming down the stretch — to absolutely produce some of the most dramatic moments, not just in golf, but in sport, each and every year.
I have attended three Masters. I’m desperately trying to go back next season with wife Denise and 12-year-old son P.J., who recently has been lightly bitten by the golf bug.
I would love to hear from each of you as to your favorite Masters moment. Stay tuned Masters freaks, and don’t any attention to any non-Masters addicts.
Tom Patri gives lessons at the Quarry on Immokalee Road, and is at Friar’s Head in New York from May-December. Patri is a Golf Magazine Top 100 Teacher. Visit Patri’s website at www.tompatri.com, www.facebook.com/TomPatri or email him at email@example.com.